How the Flock Grows!
August 29, 2008
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I have a pigeon coop that houses six adult white homing pigeons named Snowflake, Snowball, Snowstorm, Snowman, Snowfall, and Snowbank (OK, I’m kidding about the names. They all look the same to me). The birds have the freedom to fly, which they do during the day, always coming home to roost at night. I had a pleasant surprise recently when I entered the coop at dusk. At first I thought one of the pigeons was soiled, as if it had rolled in the dirt. Then I realized it was a new bird, we’ll call him (her) Dusty, definitely a bird of a different feather, color-wise.
Apparently Dusty met the flock out on one of their flights and decided to follow them home. I hope the same for my other flock, the flock I call Mayfair-Plymouth Church where I serve as pastor. My prayer for my church, and every church, is that each and every one of us would invite someone else, who may not necessarily be just like us, to come join the flock at our church.
Watching more closely, I noticed that Dusty keeps a distance from the other birds. When I shooed Dusty over to the others so I could take the group photo you see above, the white birds began to peck at the newcomer. It occurred to me that we can invite someone to join the local church flock, or they may just show up on their own, but that doesn’t mean they’ll feel welcome! Are we so comfortable with our little group of friends that the newcomer feels unwelcome? Do we so protect our corner of the roost (usually a certain pew or chair) that if someone new dares sit in our spot, or even near enough forcing us to move over, that they feel picked on?
I hope Dusty eventually feels at home with my flock. I hope the same for any who come to join my “other” flock.