There were two things I was particularly moved by at the NCAA Finals last night. First was the rendition of the National Anthem, not by a voice modulating pop singer, but a stunning version by the U.S. Army herald trumpets and local college brass musicians, it was absolutely fantastic; regal and honorable, elegant not showy and overdone. In fact you should watch it on youtube if you didn’t have the occasion to hear it. The second thing that I found interesting and moving was a bald eagle flying around inside Lucas Oil Stadium. After just celebrating the resurrection of Jesus, the trumpets were like an exclamation point to God’s glory and well, I love eagles.
Here is an eagle that I also adore.
This beautiful bird is a creation by my six-year-old son Solomon. He knows I have an affinity for eagles and it appears I am constantly reminded that I am living in the right place because here in Minnesota not a day goes by when I don’t see eagles. Actually, this morning I saw two circling above as I drove to work.
Growing up in Nebraska, I only saw eagles at the zoo, but here they really thrive. For me, the eagle is yet another reminder of God’s grace through God’s glorious creation, and also a reminder that I can rest my worries and problems on the eagles’ wings and they will float up to God, taking the burden from me. What a blessing. Thanks be to God for the majesty of God as see in the eagles all around.