Have you ever heard the phrase “Seeing is believing”? Of course you have. When someone is pulling your leg, and you know what they are up to, demanding the simple proof of sight will usually get them to go away. If they can’t show you -sight proof- then obviously they are full of kah-kah…..
Sometimes, however, a story is wound, a web is strung and there just happens to be a proverbial fly that lands right in the trap. When someone calls bullshit, and suddenly, by some freak of nature, proof of sight presents itself. This is always fun. Its happened to me many times. It has completely convinced me that God has a sense of humor.
For Instance-
Once I was sitting out in the woods minding my own business. Oh yea I was drinking a delightfull beer and enjoying a piece of alone time. Well the ten year old neighbor kid came poking around and asked me what I was doing. He sat down beside me and intruded upon my very limited time alone. I wasnt doing anything. I was just sitting there with a good number of cold beers.
Its hard to explain to a young boy that you are just sitting by yourself and drinkin beer. Young kids have to be doing SOMETHING…… (or else they are eating or sleeping or going to the bathroom)
So I told the little rugrat that I was talking to the birds. He asked- What? I confirmed it. Yup, Im talking to the Mockingbird that sits five trees over.
He said the perfect answer…. “Do you talk to him often?”
“Not really. He’s new in the woods and is asking me where the action is.”
So now that I had a quick reply, the kid is not satisfied with simple explanations He wants something a little more concrete.
“If he’s not from around here then wheres he from?”
I whistled the Mockingbird tune…. you know? In order to ask the bird. Well the bird whisted back. Ahhhhhhhhh, I own a ten year old boy.
I relay several more questions to the bird ( in whistle) and it replies to all of them. Of course my story has gotten deep by now
Though he has sound proof, this hardened little boy still doubts the master. The questions get pretty deep. Intricate little mind boogers from an aspiring little mind. The bird quit answering.
I could only make excuses. The bird won’t give such information to strangers, and it doesnt know the you.
Of course the kid wont let up, and finally Im out of ammo. He finally got me. Asked more questions than I could play. So as the boy sat back triumphantly, I gave one last goodbye whistle to the mockingbird-
Well………
This bird flew down from out of the woods.It landed on the same bench I was sitting on. It looked long and hard at me. Hopped around a little bit. Looked at the boy and took off flying to the heavens.
Proof of sight.
I have owned that kid ever since. He got up and walked on to wherever he was going that day. Never doubted me again. Even the other neighbors eventually heard tell of the “bird talking guy” and it was highly embellished with a ten year olds imagination.
God has a sense of humor.