Am I gorging on grace?
A beautiful mosaic of blue descends on my bird feeder and begins gorging himself on the suet. Pulling great mouthfuls, he swallows, scattering whatever doesn’t fit in his beak all over the ground. Wasteful, ugly, unappreciative bird. Go away! Let someone else have a turn!
I sit and watch through my kitchen window. We have put out food aplenty. Free for the taking by any who come. Our offering, so they might be fed.
I wonder if God thinks of me as I do of this Blue Jay.