I discovered a bulky grey egg on our beach over the week end, lying among the usual shell and twig debris washed ashore by Lake Michigan waves. Just lying there. With no mother bird in sight, certainly not fertile. A new natural jewel to treasure and ponder. At first we thought it belonged to the bald eagle we observed on the rock nearby. Too large Google informed. Certainly not the hooded merganser whose red headed mate’s whole body compared in size to the egg. Much larger than the eggs we consume.
We settled on the swan with the information available. The swans who so comforted me in my grief, the swans who so gracefully swim, bobbing daily reminders of all that is glorious in God’s world. And now this huge marvelous egg reminding me of God’s consistency, God’s connections. For don’t we usually take eggs as just there? The egg shape as nothing unusual? Yet here was an egg that wasn’t common at all, stopping me in the sand, demanding I google information. Why? Perhaps the answer lies simply in my pausing to look. Not being passé enough to pass it by.
For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened. Which of you fathers, if your son… asks for an egg will give him a scorpion? If you know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him! (Luke 11:10-13)
I give you the egg.
photo by Maralee Cook
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