A Message from Pastor Craig

Are you a news junkie?  I confess that I am, even if I don’t necessarily retain all that I read or listen to. I read multiple news sources in the morning, watch the 6:30 news in the evening, and get all kinds of updates on denominational and church news during the day.  I don’t know how much that changes anything, but I do consume a lot of news.

So, it seems odd that I missed this bit of curious news from the AP.  Back in June, the AP reported (and apparently was not picked up by anybody that I read) that somebody lost a crate full of homing pigeons on an (particularly bumpy?) exit off of I-95 in Daytona. The homing pigeons were found cowering around the guardrail where they fell, all bunched
together, going nowhere.

A couple of things here:

  1. Why do these kinds of things happen only in Florida? Do you know that the Internet has this thing called “Florida Man?”  It’s a meme for “only in Florida” dumb things that happen. You can look it up on Wikipedia!  These kind of things really lend credence to the “Flori-duh!” reputation we have.  Even our birds struggle!  And…
  2. Homing pigeons should find their way home, shouldn’t they? Have you ever been to a funeral where they release homing pigeons? They are amazing to watch as they flutter out of their cages, soar upward, and suddenly all turn in the same direction and dart home. These birds have been used in wartime to relay messages back and forth. They are amazing. So what’s up with these guys? They were freed from their cage, but didn’t go anywhere.


Now, pointing fingers is dangerous, right? Regarding point one above, a lot of crazy things happen in Florida because we have such a populous state. When you consider that we are the third largest state by population and have so many
tourists to boot, crazy things will happen just by the law of averages.

But point two brings me some pause too.  Ecclesiastes 3:11 says that God has “set eternity on the human heart (NIV).”  God instilled a “homing” device in us that orients us towards Him. I think instinctually, when, say, we go to the beach in the evening and see the wonder of the universe peak through one star at a time, we are drawn “home.”  We are drawn towards the creator of the vastness we see, and the relative minuteness of our own selves.

That reaction seems “natural,” and the Scriptures tell us it is. But how often, like those cowering pigeons on I-95, do we huddle with other heaven-oriented souls and fritter our lives away either in worry or doubt or just plumb laziness?  Sometimes I think I watch the news just to enjoy the company of those for whom the day has been worse than mine. I huddle by the seeming safety of the screen like those pigeons by the pole on I-95.

Life is more fun when you’re flying home. We are fully human when we are moving heavenward. We are fulfilled when we’re moving—not when we’re cowering. God’s voice is a siren on the waters beckoning us home. Are you listening?

Going home,


“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.  Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. Psalm 19:1,2