By Lisa Price
I introduced Lisa Price last week. I had asked her and her husband Rev. John Price to provide a post and they agreed. Well, John had cataract surgery about the same time I asked that the guest posts be in and he didn’t feel up to writing something so Lisa decided to send me two and I am grateful. I pray you enjoy Lisa’s story of an owl.
I cry out: “Violence!” but get no response;
I call for help, but there is no justice.
8 He has blocked my way so that I cannot pass through;
He has veiled my paths with darkness.
9 He has stripped me of my honor
and removed the crown from my head.
10 He tears me down on every side so that I am ruined.
He uproots my hope like a tree.
11 His anger burns against me,
and He regards me as one of His enemies.
12 His troops advance together;
they construct a ramp against me
and camp around my tent.
13 He has removed my brothers from me;
my acquaintances have abandoned me.
14 My relatives stop coming by,
and my close friends have forgotten me.
15 My house guests and female servants regard me as a stranger;
I am a foreigner in their sight.
16 I call for my servant, but he does not answer,
even if I beg him with my own mouth.
17 My breath is offensive to my wife,
and my own family finds me repulsive.
18 Even young boys scorn me.
When I stand up, they mock me.
19 All of my best friends despise me,
and those I love have turned against me.
20 My skin and my flesh cling to my bones;
I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 Have mercy on me, my friends, have mercy,
for God’s hand has struck me.
22 Why do you persecute me as God does?
Will you never get enough of my flesh? (Job 19:7-22, Holman Christian Standard Bible)
3 Then the scribes and the Pharisees brought a woman caught in adultery, making her stand in the center. 4 “Teacher,” they said to Him, “this woman was caught in the act of committing adultery. 5 In the law Moses commanded us to stone such women. So what do You say?” 6 They asked this to trap Him, in order that they might have evidence to accuse Him.
Jesus stooped down and started writing on the ground with His finger. 7 When they persisted in questioning Him, He stood up and said to them, “The one without sin among you should be the first to throw a stone at her.”
8 Then He stooped down again and continued writing on the ground. 9 When they heard this, they left one by one, starting with the older men. Only He was left, with the woman in the center. 10 When Jesus stood up, He said to her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”
11 “No one, Lord,” she answered. (John 8:3-11 Holman Christian Standard Bible)
From the back porch it looked like a large, crumpled sack or a mass of dried underbrush. But it hadn’t been there before on the wide expanse of otherwise green lawn. I thought perhaps the wind had blown something out of the nearby tree-line or from a neighbor’s trashcan. As I continued to sip my first cup of coffee and rock in my old wooden rocker, the sun rose higher in the sky, and I noticed a slight movement where the mysterious lump was. Again, I blamed the wind, and continued in my early-morning reverie. But as my vision scanned across the empty lot once more, I realized that whatever it was, it was alive.
Not prone to much movement until after my second cup of coffee, I sat awhile longer until my curiosity got the best of me. I walked gingerly on bare feet toward the thing, not wishing to startle it, whatever it was. As I got closer, I realized it was some type of bird, and it didn’t fly away as I expected. I took a few more careful, slow steps in its direction, and it eyed me cautiously, but held its ground. Finally, as we stared eye-to-eye, I realized I was facing off with a brown barn owl who had seen better days. His face looked wet, his feathers scraggly, and he peered at me through squinty eyes that were very un-owl-like. The poor thing looked as if the last thing he wanted was a big human hovering over him, but he seemed powerless to fly away.
After a few minutes of silent communing, I went back into the house to finish my morning routine. Periodically, I looked out the back windows, and my new friend still sat right where he had been. Awhile later, I returned to the porch and was startled to see several mockingbirds dive-bombing the poor owl. They would fly back and forth over his head, swooping down time and again to peck at him and generally terrorize him. Even the squirrels joined in, chattering loudly from their perch on a nearby limb.
I walked toward the scene of the hazing, hoping that the taunters would leave. Thankfully, they did, and just my friend and I were left. He looked at me warily, and I wondered if he expected me to mock him as the others had. After a few moments, he flew several feet away from me toward the tree-line, barely clearing the tops of the weeds. Thinking I was missing a good photo op, I went inside to get my camera. When I returned, the owl was gone, and I feared that one of the other critters from the underbrush had carried him off. But I sneaked a little closer and saw his owl eyes gazing out from about three feet above the ground in a small tree. I hoped that my presence had somehow helped him gather up his strength to fly out of harm’s way.
Job had a problem just like my owl friend. He was having more than just a bad day. His possessions were taken from him, his family was gone, his health was a disaster. And his so-called friends came to him under the guise of helping him see his sin. Just like the mockingbirds swooping and pecking at the owl, Job’s friends came to him, not with compassion and love, but with accusations and blame.
Those who are in distressing situations such as the jobless, the homeless, the depressed, the AIDs patient, the recently divorced—they are the Jobs of today. Will we taunt them, shun them, or smugly give a token bit of help? Will we kick them while they’re down?
When my owl friend was in trouble, all I did was come to his side and stand there in silence. A quiet, compassionate presence is sometimes all a person needs in order to draw on the strength which the Lord provides. The Gospel of John tells of a woman caught in the act of adultery. Her accusers wanted Jesus to join with them in condemning the woman, but He refused to either condemn or defend her. Instead, He provided a quiet, comforting presence until the accusers shamedly slipped away, and the woman was ready to come to Him for strength and redemption.
Today’s Challenge: Look for the downtrodden, the forgotten, the grief-stricken, the hopeless. Don’t worry about what to say; just being there will speak volumes. Embody Christ’s loving presence today!