Written by Desert Rose

It had been a long, hot hike in our desert hills. Cresting another small rise revealed a few trees near a now dry creek bed. Resting with eyes closed under the largest tree was a welcome relief. Leaves rustling quietly in the gentle breeze created the only sound in our stillness. The silence did not last long. The beating of large wings sounded above me. On owl? A goose? Couldn't be. I tried to guess what was in the tree just above me before looking. Opening my eyes, to my amazement I saw a little hummingbird hovering in front of me underneath the large shade limb, no more than four feet from my face. The loud beating of his wings belied his small stature.
What was a hummingbird doing in the middle of the desert? What attracted him to where I reclined? I wore no bright colors, there weren't flowers anywhere for miles that I was aware of. Yet there he was, apparently observing me as curiously as I was observing him. Our encounter didn't last long, but was memorable.
Another bird, quite different from the tiny hummingbird also lives in this area. Our young son spotted three of them in a tall, dead tree at the back of our neighborhood. He excitedly got the binoculars and went outside for a better look. Shortly, the entire family was walking around the block to get a closer look at the birds, stopping and using the binoculars as our view improved. Several cars even slowed to gaze at the sight, but no one was as curious as we.
Creeping ever closer to the tree, but now with the sun in our faces, they were difficult to see except for their massive size. Their shape was definitely that of a vulture. It wasn't long before they thought we were too close and took wing. Their cumbersome, unsteady flight confirmed our suspicions - Turkey Vultures.
Within a few weeks we came upon another Turkey Vulture. Driving in hills, rounding a turn, we were met by a Turkey Vulture claiming a small dead animal in the road. Fortunately the live bird was on the side of the road so we were able to miss him. The experience has often brought to mind the old saying “You are what you eat.” The bird was eating road kill and almost became the same. That would have been a bad day for all of us.
Two very different types of birds, one region. One looks for bright colors and sweet fragrances, another looks for the smell of death. As we travel through our days, what are we inclined to notice? The good or the bad? What are we more likely to repeat? The good or the bad?
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
We should also consider that what we look for in life affects who we are and what we show to others. Are we giving off a sweet fragrance to all around us? The sweet life that Jesus offers? Or are we dwelling on doom and gloom – the fragrance of death? Others are watching our words and actions.
1 Corinthians 4:9 . . . for we are made a spectacle unto the world . . .
Who are we attracting by our actions and words? Who are our friends? Do we want to attract those who are looking for life or those who are happy to dwell in death? No man is an island. Our influence is either for good or for evil.
2 Corinthians 2:15 For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish: 16 To the one we are the savour of death unto death; and to the other the savour of life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things?