One day I was out walking my dog and I started talking to one of my neighbors. I explained that I’ve had my dog since she was 5 months old and she is now eleven years old. She explained she has a bird that’s she had for twenty years. I was surprised a bird lived that long. But another part of me was sad because that bird was caged for twenty years.
That bird was doing the exact opposite of what God had designed for the bird to do.
Granted, she probably took care of the bird very well. Made the bird feel loved. Provided the bird with everything the bird could ever want or need. And she probably gave the bird the most beautiful cage one could give a bird but at the end of the day, she was interfering with the bird’s purpose.
If God wanted the bird to be locked in a cage, it would have come with one. If God didn’t want the bird to fly and enjoy the beautiful sky, it would have been a bird with wings that weren’t designed to fly. If it was meant to be something we admired as a workout of art, it would have been a work of art.
Having a bird in a cage for twenty years may be a great achievement and shows consistency but to remember the bird’s purpose to fly and to have it in a cage for twenty years is a disservice to the bird. It’s a disservice to God.
On the other hand, maybe I’m just as guilty for having a spayed dog for eleven years. When we go outside, she has to go out on a leash. We only go out on long walks when the weather permits and when I have the desire to walk a couple of miles. Sometimes I don’t give her the love and affection she likes so maybe I’m doing her a disservice.
Maybe I’m doing a disservice to God.
Maybe I’m doing myself a disservice for knowing I’ve considered rehoming her for years but because I’ve had her for so long, I would hate to dump her on someone who may not be able to take care of her as I’ve had.
Maybe she has her bird because she doesn’t like to be alone and I have my dog because I don’t like to be alone and the only difference between her and I is, her bird is in a cage and my dog is on a leash.
Maybe we’re both doing God a disservice because we fail to realize He is all we need. We don’t need a bird, a dog, or a person to keep us company because He is always with us. Maybe it is our lack of understanding that causes us to cage birds and leash dogs when we should let them be free to be what God intended for them to be instead of us keeping them for our own selfish reasons.
Maybe if we were more focused on being who God wanted us to be and living out the purpose God designed for us, we wouldn’t be worried about being alone. So maybe, the bird and the dog are a symbolism of where we are subconscious. Maybe.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill,
of things unknown, but longed for still,
and his tune is heard on the distant hill,
for the caged bird sings of freedom.