Amen! Phil!

I have recorded the Geese a lot. I love listening to them, and every 
time I hear them, I stop what I'm doing and listen to them, and I 
thank God for them.

They will be coming back soon here, and I will record them, once again.

Blessings,

Pat Ferguson


At 09:22 PM 3/15/2010, you wrote:
>Boy, today I'd give about anything if I would have had my little 
>digital recorder with me in my shirt pocket so I could have recorded 
>this below.
>
>Low Flying Geese
>
>
>By Phil Scovell
>
>
>
>
>
>It is mid March today, I was taking out some trash and just as I 
>started to tilt my office
>trash barrel into the larger city barrel, I heard them and 
>froze.  Geese from somewhere where
>coming and they were low and close this time.  I waited.  Their 
>honking echoed all around me
>between the buildings and vehicles parked on the property.  "Where 
>were they?" I wondered.
>My son's house is perched on the back end of what once was all one 
>long piece of land in west
>Denver.  In 1950, the 4-lane road out in front of my home, running 
>north and south across most
>of Denver, was dirt, according to our elderly neighbor before she 
>died. Although I live in the
>city and county of Denver, there is a well dug on my property, 
>believe it or not, but also
>according to the same elderly neighbor, across the dirt road was 
>nothing but wheat fields back in
>the fifties.  Now, of course, there is nothing but houses and 
>buildings; including a church I used
>to attend many years ago as a Baptist.  Across the street is 
>actually another city called Lakewood,
>Colorado.  Amazingly enough, although I have lived in this house 
>since September 1 of 1983, I
>am the second owner.  The first owner also built the house in which 
>I now live.  I'm not even a
>native Coloradoian.  My home is Des Moines, Iowa.  This house, 
>therefore, was being built, one
>day at a time, by one man, and his neighbor, two years before I was 
>even born.  Living deep
>within the city as I am, I miss hearing the birds that are further 
>out into the countryside but
>occasionally, a flock of ducks, or geese, fly over, heading 
>generally north or south.  Even if I'm
>indoors, if I hear them coming, I always stop and listen for as long 
>as I can hear them passing.
>Today was no different.  A simple, mundane task, of dumping my trash 
>into the city barrel that
>would be picked up in a few days, caused me a few seconds of Godly 
>appreciation.  Although
>this time of year is still considered winter in Denver, and since 
>I've lived in Colorado from
>September of 1972, I've seen snow in late May.  Regardless, even in 
>mid winter, we have 50 and
>55 degree days of warm sunshine and unless you step into a shady 
>spot, it feels like summer.
>Today was such a day.  The 4-lane road in front of our house, 
>perhaps 75 feet or more from
>where I was standing, even at that time of day is quite busy and 
>noisy but I still heard the
>approaching geese.  "Here they come," I said out loud but I was 
>still unable to tell from which
>direction but I could tell this pass would be close.  It was indeed 
>close. They passed nearly over
>my son's house in our backyard less than 50 feet away.  They were 
>low flying and honking their
>communications to each other rhythmically and as they passed perhaps 
>no more than 100 feet
>down range from where I stood, I called up to them and said hello a 
>couple of times.  Soon, far
>too soon, they were passing where I stood in our driveway and I 
>called goodbye to them as they
>continued their trek to some unknown southerly destination.  Their 
>honking was so precise and
>perfectly formed; no one could doubt they were calling out direction 
>and encouragement to each
>other.  I knew they were praising God, too.  Think about it.  If I 
>could hear them and they
>attracted my attention, forcing me to stop what I was doing just to 
>hear them, what do you think
>God was doing at that same time?  I wish the church were more like 
>geese in this manner of
>equality, friendship, togetherness, unity, and direction of 
>awareness.  I wish the church praised
>the name of the Creator, and His Son, too, through the ministry of 
>the Holy Spirit but
>unfortunately, the interest, over many years of even my own life of 
>nearly 6 decades, has shifted
>from the individual to the many; the one verses the most.  How sad 
>God must be.  The good
>news is, on the other hand, one day, and it often seems like very 
>soon, He is coming back for a
>church without spot or wrinkle.  If that is true, a lot of changes 
>are going to be made within the
>body of His Believers before that day when we all will pass into 
>glory as geese sharing their
>camaraderie by doing nothing more natural to them than flying and 
>honking their identity in
>unison in God's Kingdom.  Today I wished I could have been one of 
>them just for a few
>moments.
>
>How Big Is God?  The Size Of Your Mouth.
>www.SafePlaceFellowship.com