When I saw a male goldfinch arrive at my bird feeder, its bright plumage with dark shading on the wing tips reminded me of the joy we feel after the darkness of Good Friday (portrayed by the dark colors on the bird’s wing tips. Colorful reminders of the sorrow and joy I think encapsulates Holy Week.
The goldfinch colors also reminded me of a song I remember my mother singing when I was a child. It was a song called Easter Parade, written and published by Irving Berlin in 1933. Dressing up for Easter Sunday, a celebration of Jesus’ resurrection was popular when I was younger. It’s not so much these days, but I’m glad God still sends us colorful reminders like the goldfinch, to think of the true meaning of Easter. I’m thankful God Loved me so much He sent his perfect Son to die on a cross to redeem one like me, who was lost. That’s something to think about the next time you see a male goldfinch. What are you thankful for?
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