Taught by Turkeys

<p>Do you know what a group of turkeys is called? I didn&rsquo;t. Had to look it up. It&rsquo;s called a rafter. Why am I writing about turkeys? Because I&rsquo;ve just returned from a weekend at a mountain cabin. Each day, I marveled at the train of turkeys parading past our porch.</p> <p>I&rsquo;d never been turkey-watching before. They scratched fiercely with spectacular talons. Then they hunted and pecked at the ground. Eating, I assume. (This was my first turkey-observation time, so I&rsquo;m not 100% positive.) The scrawny scrubs in the area didn&rsquo;t look like they could sustain anything. Yet here were these turkeys, a dozen of &rsquo;em, all of which looked delectably plump.</p> <p>Watching those well-fed turkeys brought to mind Jesus&rsquo; words in Matthew 6:26: &ldquo;Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?&rdquo; Jesus uses God&rsquo;s provision for seemingly worthless birds to remind us of His care for us. If a bird&rsquo;s life matters, how much more does ours? Jesus then contrasts fretting about our daily needs (vv. 27&ndash;31) with a life in which we &ldquo;seek first his kingdom and his righteousness,&rdquo; (v. 33), a life in which we&rsquo;re confident of His rich provision for our needs.</p> <p>Because if God can care for that rafter of wild turkeys, He can certainly look after you and me. </p>