Bird buffet

My sweetheart recently built me a birdfeeder on a stand. Now I am blessed every day with a show.
I have so far spotted a pair of cardinals, Brassy and Bronze, several little black and white birds, the oreo's, and two beautiful Blue Jays who are both male and fight for dominance.
My favorite though,is a little black and white with lots of gumption. While Brassy, the male cardinal is hogging the food and running everyone off, little Gumption will boldy make his way to the seeds and help himself. If Brassy or one of the Jays happen to knock him off of the feeder, he just sets his feathers and flies back to the food. I like his attitude. A little spit-fire.
While everyone fights for food, they must ever be on the lookout for a common enemy. Smokey Joe- my cat.
Smokey seems to think the feeder is a bird buffet and looks longingly for a way to get out to it. I have no doubt that he would eat one of my birds if he got a chance.

All this made me think of Christians. Yes, we fight at the feeder sometimes. Sometimes we are to pushy, only thinking of ourselves. Some of us though, are like little Gumption- we just keep coming back. That seed is worth it all. Through it all though, we to watch for a common enemy. Like the cat, old sloothfoot lurks about our feeders, intent on eating us if he can. Thank God for the Blue Jays who let out a loud, unpleasant yell when danger approaches. All the birds take notice.
And thank God for our 'Jays', always watching, screaming out a warning.