The Impenetrable Fight

Yea, it's been a while (2007). But I'm very motivated now to keep this blog up to date. A nephew and a niece both have blogs that they write in every day and it's kind of inspired me to get on the stick.

I'm sitting here looking out the window listening to Steppenwolf play Born to be Wild. There's a small, wild bird across the parking lot that is trying desperately to get into a car (he's sitting on the rear view mirror in the photo). He sits on the rear view mirror gathering his muster before trying to fly through the closed window, flitting his little wings as fast as they'll go while tapping his beak against the glass, before deciding, for a moment, that it can't be done. He then sits back down on the mirror until he's gathered his courage again, at which point he'll try it all over again. He's been doing it for hours.

I watched him yesterday with some interest, doing the same thing, only to get lost in the morass of details that is my job. Now he's back in the ring today, endeavoring with even greater zeal to enter a different car. I'm not sure why he's doing it. Maybe he sees himself in the window and is trying to protect his territory. Maybe he sees some good-looking bird food in there. Maybe he wants to go for a birdy ride. Whatever it is, I admire his determination.

I'd like to be more like that bird. Determined, wild and absolutely focused on his goal. Those are great traits to have in any endeavor. Sure, he's tilting against windmills, fighting a battle he'll never win, but fighting nonetheless.

Our war against evil is a little like that. Every day we have to fight, facing not only the adversary, but our own imperfections. I hope to one day have the fight that my little bird friend has, to fight hopelessly against a foe I can't see, for a reward I can't yet see, just because it's the right thing to do.