In many large cities, there are problems with pigeons. There’s an unspoken reason why the word “pigeon” begins with the letters p-i-g. But where I live, the problem is with crows. These large, sin-black scavengers of the city rest ready in the trees to swoop down, chase away other animals, and steal whatever they find. They will even prowl to destroy the still living for a quick meal.
I encountered a church pew with a crow nesting upon it.
Wherever the voice of God declares, “With Me all things are possible”, there are those who whisper and mock, nitpick and complain, question and squawk their unbelief. “I’ve lived here 50 years and nothing will ever change.” “This is how it was done in the past and it didn’t work.” “You need a dose of reality because that’s not the way it works here.”
I walked into the church building and was greeted with the cackle, “My name is _______, and I’m in charge of everything.”
As the morning progressed, vision and potential were clouded by negativity and fault-finding. Division was the crow’s game, laughingly saying of certain people in the church … “They’re all MINE.”
Churches, like nations, must have men and women of vision and leadership willing to risk everything to achieve God’s great purposes, yet humble enough not to venture apart from His direction. There is a need for men like Joshua who will declare, “This is the vision God has given, and as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” We need mighty men of David, willing to follow their leader and shoo away the crows of doubt and defiance. One man cannot stand alone against the crows without being pecked to death.
Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation, and every city or house divided against itself will not stand (Matthew 12:25).