I need to preface this blog with something: I have an irrational fear of birds. I realize it’s a strange fear, but I’ve been scared of them as long as I can remember being scared of anything. It seems that birds can sense my fear as I am almost always the first to be defecated upon, I’ve had many nests built inconveniently close to my front door, and many a bird has met an unfortunate demise upon making contact with my front bumper.
That being said, I recently had a very scary encounter with a red-winged blackbird. Every time I visit my parents’ home in Des Moines, I jog along a path near their home. I love this path. It winds through a wooded area, has bridges over a little stream that runs along the side of the path, and it always seems to be perfectly sunny and peaceful.
As I was running, I heard a bird squawk loudly behind me. I turned around, expecting to see a large goose, but instead saw a beautiful red-winged blackbird. Because I was off to a great start and enjoying the beautiful morning, I chose not to let the strange bird bother my perfect morning. I continued to jog along, over the bridge, under the highway, and past the elementary school before turning around.
I was enjoying the challenge of running up the slight hill near where I’d heard the bird before when, seemingly out of nowhere, I felt a swift wind blow past my head and felt something like talons whiz across my hair. Immediately, I started screaming and waving my hands over my head like a lunatic. I turned around to see where the bird was when I saw the crazed red-winged blackbird circling over my head like a vulture waiting for a lone gazelle to die in the desert. I shot off in a stride closely resembling Usain Bolt at the Beijing Olympics and sprinted the entire two miles back to my parents’ house, turning around every 10 yards to make sure the bird wasn’t still following me.
I finally made it home safely. Knowing how close I’d come to losing my life at the claws of an overly-aggressive red-winged blackbird, I felt like I should make everyone aware of my distress. I ran into my parents’ room, disrupting their sleep. As I recalled my near miss, my mom said “Oh, I probably should have warned you about that.” Seriously?
Apparently, red-winged blackbirds tend to get overly aggressive and tend to attack larger birds and humans when they feel their territory is being threatened. This bird has made his nest near the trail and has now attacked every member of my family.
The next day, understandably wary of the trail, my mom offered to go with me. In their experience with Crazy McBlackbird, they’d never known him to attack if more than one person was on the trail at once. I decided to overcome my fear and go, figuring that if the bird tried to peck out my eyes, I’d at least have a companion to call for an ambulance.
Sure enough, we managed to go the entire length of the trail without so much as a squawk from the infamous bird.
In the same way, ministry is so much less scary when done with someone at your side. Ecclesiastes 4:10-12 (NIV) says “If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands in not quickly broken.”
Sometimes in ministry, it can seem easier just to go it alone. Sometimes doing it yourself can seem simpler than delegating. Being in ministry by yourself can mean less conflict, less drama, and less trouble.
However, there is safety in numbers. If you’re feeling isolated, pray for someone to come along and help you. Make room for someone to come alongside you. Look for someone with a willing heart and good attitude.