Birds of a FeatherA Story by Sami KhalilJust for the message. No insult intended to any...Birds of a Feather by Sami
Khalil Flocks of variety-type birds attended a local mega
church: Pigeons, eagles, geese, ducks, swans, ravens,
crows… While they sat harmoniously yet jumbled together,
listening to a said sermon one Sunday morning, facing an ornate altar, the charismatic
preacher walked in to deliver his sermon. They all stood up like a courtroom proceeding,
then sat down anxiously waiting for their spiritual food. The preacher nodded
to them to have a seat, then went on reading (as his habit was), beginning with
the title of the sermon. With his face behind several microphones, he eventually
cleared his raspy voice, drank the living water placed on the podium and
ventured to say: “Birds of a feather flock together.” The birds thought highly of him, for his words
were like that of God’s commandments; an instance, the call to the altar where
they all did in obedience and comradery. In this instance, as soon as the preacher read the
title, they all took it as a proclamation within a powerful oration. They
scrambled in a chaotic fashion to cluster themselves with their own variant kind.
Now, you could see the eagles sitting with eagles, pigeons with pigeons and so
forth. They claimed, in other words their kind and their
space. It looked harmonious but dangerous indeed; jostling for position,
political influence, power struggle, justice and injustice, discrimination and favoritism…On
a brighter note, they all desired to go to heaven, but on their own terms. The preacher looked around and marveled at the
power of his words, spoken either figuratively or literally, more powerful than
a popular politician with narcissistic traits. As his eyes wandered and his mind wondered, he saw
a white pigeon sitting unmoved by an eagle. He was shocked at how his words did
not move him into action. In other words, he was not influenced by the sermon
or crowds. He was not fearful of the hellish consequences. With a bellowing voice, the preacher asked him of
said behavior. The pigeon answered him by saying: “Sir, firstly,
we are technically birds, but in truth, we are avian…one family (there were hushes
and anxious shocks from the attended). The creator endowed us with special
qualities, created us to know one another, be one, to worship Him alone and
live harmoniously with each other. We soar through the same azure sky above,
rummage for our survival, care for our lineage. I know that to divide is to exceedingly conquer. I
don’t know how you roped us into this, but that should not change our avian
hood. Long live the avian race. He proceeded to say: No one should be patronized
except through righteousness, being prim and proper in faith and acts. Birds
should be nest builders, peace makers and goodwill ambassadors. By the way
preacher, I’m out of here. I have the whole-wide world, the skies to roam and explore.
Best wishes to all.” The preacher shuddered in fear and agony, as he
saw the pigeon fly away. He was apprehensive about others following suit. Next Sunday, as the preacher came in the church to
preach a message about reconciliation, he found the church empty. All the birds signed a petition of solvency with
their flipping wings. © 2022 Sami KhalilReviews
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