On Christmas Day, I was woken up at around 5am by two ravens singing outside. They set up a call-and-response in the trees around the house, and went on and on. Ahh, uagh, uggh, ayaaahh… They did this for about half an hour, then flew away.
First creatures of the day to wish Jesus happy birthday.
I also heard the ravens this morning in a similar song and reprise. I thought: the birds are praising God. They sing because it’s in their nature, and it makes them happy. Even the most unco of birds still sing, no matter how drab their voices are. And God loves these ravens and their croaky, unmusical song.
So I will also praise God, small and feeble though it may be, because God loves me.