Troubled by a sermon I have to preach on Isaiah 58 this morning, I had prayed last night for an early ‘alarm call’, and got it. By 5.15 this morning, the dawn chorus of birds outside my window was at full tilt.  So far as I can tell, the birds outside my window were:

  • untroubled by what to sing
  • unconcerned about what their audience thought of them
  • glad to sing out before God and man
  • prepared to go on singing, regardless of whether or not people were listening

St Francis of Assisi once famously preached to the birds. This morning I am left wondering whether it was the other way round?