Crows are known as pests for their constant, loud, and raucous cawing and mischievous nature. They have an affinity to plague farmers' fields and are regularly shot for despoiling crops and seedlings.
One early June morning, while sitting out on the deck of my mother's house, I saw in her little corner patch of small neatly divided rows of garden vegetables, a flock of crows were picking at the sprouts from one row to the other. Despite her cleverly crafted Scarecrows of dangling aluminum cans, the effort failed. Standing not able to watch her hard work being ravaged, I stormed to ward off the crows, but stopped dead in my quest. Given that my mom's vegetable patch was nestled under a huge pine tree giving it coverage from the morning sun, in the middle of a cilantro patch, I saw the most beautiful bird with feathers made of black lacquer. I marveled at its iridescent coat of down and questioned why the others' were so ordinary. As I looked around, I noticed that the bird was sitting in a ray of sunshine diffusing through the pine branches. As it sat in the beam of sunlight, it just shone.
Often times, we see others who are not of our likelihood as we see these crows. We don’t particularly like them not because they are different, but because we are blinded by our own ignorance and antipathy to accept change. We subjugate them as second rate human beings and steer clear of them. However, as I see beauty in the crow, as does God see beauty in them, the meagers. They may not be the most admired, accepted, popular, respected, and well-liked of people, but they are still children of God, and even more importantly, made in His image. When God created the bird, He saw that it was good. When God created man, He saw that it was very good. Just like the crow I saw that morning, we also have a tendency to shine when we bask ourselves in the rays of the Son.