I think there must be something about driving to Meridian that brings out the contemplative side of me. On today’s jaunt, I passed a truck with an ad in the back for a company that provides ceremonial release doves. This is done at weddings, funerals and other ceremonies. Written at the top, in faint blue script, was the answer to what must be a common question: Yes, they really do come back to our home.

 

My naturally suspicious mind wondered how they really know or can prove that these are their very own doves – maybe their house is just really attractive to doves and there’s a constant flow of them coming in, getting comfortable before being scooped up, driven somewhere random and sent into the sky with no map, no compass and no little bag of sandwiches? The horror.

 

Still, I’m sure they must be the same doves and in my quest to understand their homing ability I went to Wikipedia. You can go read about their navigation skills here.

 

I do have a point to make though. It seems that these doves (or white rock pigeons if you want to be picky) are very intimate with their home, knowing it’s look and smell, and being able to navigate back to it over vast distances. I began to wonder how well I know my home, how well do I know Jesus? How well do I know the Kingdom? If I were to get dropped off in the middle of trial and tribulation, would I know my way back to safe ground? Or would I spin in circles? I’m hoping that as I spend time in prayer, and time soaking the Scriptures in, that I will begin to recognise the smell of the Kingdom more, the way it resonates and sounds. One of the most penetrating questions I heard as a young believer was, “If the Holy Spirit left you, would you notice?”

 

Have I learned what it is to live with Him present, in His presence, to the degree that without Him my one focus would be getting back to Him? I am learning to… daily.

 

I think there are some more thoughts to be had on Homing Pigeons, but I’ll save those for another day.

 

Out.