God’s Sparrows

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 9, 1902

God cares for little things. He is as careful about the painting of a tiny moss blossom as he is about the splendid rhododendrons. He has made delicate little insects, so small that you could hold ten thousand of them in the palm of your hand, as carefully and as perfectly as he has formed the human body. Neither does he forget his creatures after they are made. He who has great choruses of angels, and in whose ears the morning stars sing anthems, does not despise the little bird’s song. He is not more thoughtful about the eagle, that flies in the face of the sun, than he is about the dainty sparrow. Where a sparrow has built her nest and reared her brood and sung her song of thanksgiving was, in David’s thought, one of the altars of God. Think of it—a bird’s nest temple!—a tiny cathedral of green leaves, where a sparrow’s chirping incense goes up to God! Is your nest so true a temple as that? How abundantly God has dealt with you! In what full measure he has given you blessings! What have you given back in return? Is your heart a place of worship? Is your home an altar of God?

There is no sweeter thought for a human heart than the thought that God cares about us, and that it is impossible that we are lost in the crowd so that we are forgotten of him. If you feel as David did once, when he said, “My days are consumed like smoke, . . . my heart is smitten, and withered like grass; . . . I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top,” you may still have the comfort that even the sparrow alone upon the house top is not forgotten of God, but is tenderly cared for by him. Happy will it be for us when we can obey the injunction of the Scripture to cast our care on him, and let it rest there.—Christian Intelligencer.