Threatening Reflections

 

I was sitting at my desk, in my office, when a noise attracted my attention.  Strangely, it wasn’t coming from the hallway, where people bustle up and down and the nurses offer to tell the patients how much the weigh in pounds (since our scales are set to kilograms).  Instead, it was coming from the large window that looks out on a bit of scrubby woods and the parking lot behind our office.

Usually, there isn’t much out there, maybe a squirrel or two.  Very occasionally, a cardinal will add a splash of scarlet to my drab winter days.

This morning, there was a different visitor.  A small songbird sat on a branch outside the window.  He seemed to be watching me through the glass and then I noticed a crown of crimson on top of his head. 

I watched as he flew from his perch and floated towards the window and then fluttered up and down against it, then, flew back to the twig where he had rested before.

I realized that the bird wasn’t trying to visit the amazing family practice doctor he had heard so much about in Brookneal, but rather was upset by his reflection that was conjured up in the window.  Clearly, he believed that here was another ruby-crowned kinglet trying to move in on his territory and like an Italian mob boss, he wasn’t having any part of it. 

“I think I’ll call him Bill,” I said to myself, certain that this plucky little fellow hadn’t been given any such birth name by his parents.

For the next two days, Bill spent an awful lot of time outside my window.  I didn’t really have time to track all of his movements, after all, I am a physician not an ornithologist and my patients would get discouraged if I made them wait hours simply because I was bird watching.

Bill spent most of his time eyeing the intruder.  Occasionally, he would move to attack, but this was worse than sitting on the perch, because no sooner did he fly towards his reflection, but lo and behold, the bird in the reflection flew towards him and not being very aggressive, he didn’t like that much.

Finally, on the third day, apparently, he decided he had vanquished the visiting bird, and flew away, thinking no more on the intruder or the famous physician he had visited.

I missed Bill, although I was glad, he had stopped flying at his reflection.

It struck me that many people in our world today live their lives looking for threats.  They rose to power in their organizations by tearing down others and now, they fear that someone else will gain an advantage over them in just the same way.

Many a dictator has had to order the execution of family members simply because he was afraid that they were going to usurp his authority.

It makes me sad when I see these sorts of machinations in a church setting.  Jesus told His followers at the Last Supper, “By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.” (John 13:35)

Churches should not be places of politics and power grabs.  They should be spaces filled with love – both of God and for fellow church members.  The greatest of us in this space is to be known as the ones who serves the most.  Together, we are so much more than any one of us is separately.

I am afraid that many of us forget this, and we port the power structures of the world into the church setting.  Boards and elders and pastors rule, ostensibly under the leadership of “King Jesus.” 

In the church, we should not see fellow servants as threats needing to be attacked and kept down, but rather as people who need to be loved.  Even as we embrace them, we will discover that they are like us – not a threat, but someone made as a reflection of our Creator.