Eastern Towhee

 A pleasant afternoon walk in the deep woods along a creek on a sunny, cloudless day was just what I needed to clear my mind. God has taught me quite a bit as of late about busyness and the constant noise of modern technology that my mind has grown accustomed to and dependent upon. God has been only a part of the noise, and His jealousy and my compartmentalizing Him drew me to the woods. Along the walk, I heard a a distinctive song coming from the trees. Tchew-heee! The winter barren tree branches just starting to bud were still clear enough to see the Eastern Towhee. I continued walking, and he continued to fly from tree to tree as if to follow. He puffed up to show off his colors, then continued in song.

Evolutionary scientists tell us that the birds' songs and color are purely for function; to attract mates, to warn off predators, and to communicate during lookout. I have curiosity to such a blanket assumption. When I took these shots, my mind filled with wander to cry "who gave your song, and who painted your feathers?" When we hear a beautiful song, or see beautiful colors,
we go beyond function. Our eyes and ears glorify our Creator. Our sensory organs sense our creative Creator. God did not create purely out of function, and perhaps His common grace allows for a common recognition of beauty. God's saving grace permits our new eyes to recognize the beauty of the Creator.