I've been sitting here at the table next to the window in the sunroom writing up my notes for the study in Hebrews I will be leading in a few hours. The passage, 9:15-22, is fascinating and it has commanded my attention (along with its fellows, Ex 24 and Numbers 19) for the better part of two weeks. However, this morning there is a rascally little sparrow sitting in the barren bush outside my window singing so enthusiastically, throwing back his little brown head so emphatically, swelling his little gray chest so energetically--so unabashedly intent on commanding my attention--that I must conclude that he is a sparrow of the pirate-y kind.
I have named him Jack Sparrow. And he is a charmer. He skeedaddled when I got up to find the camera to take his picture.
You can listen to him here. (right side bar link)