A soft breeze whispers through the Palouse wheatlands of Washington state. It is joined by the lullaby of a single songbird, perched in a tree at this abandoned farm. As I listen I think of a passage from the Gospel of Matthew, how a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without God knowing it. I believe Jesus sees the bird, and me standing near the scraggly tree with my film gear. The concert lasts a minute. I won’t forget it.
Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs on your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. – Matthew 10:29-31