Fat Little Chicks

Two fat little chicks have been enjoying my back-garden’s hospitality this month, part of a second brood I should think. They sit on branches, indolently awaiting their parents’ next food offerings. Today, though, and I cannot see them. Have they featured as a Special on the local feline menu? Have they relocated to more salubrious surroundings? Have they eaten sufficient and flown off, one day to have a family of their own?

Sometimes new Christians cause me to wonder what will become of them. Will the word of God received so joyfully in their hearts wither up and die, or be snatched by the birds, or crowded and strangled by weeds? Or has God moved them on to some place of more useful service? Eternity will tell.