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MOCKING BIRDS
One Morning I stepped outside the apartment in which I lived with my family while attending seminary in New Orleans, LA. It was one of those fine fall mornings when the air is clear and cool but not cold… a delightful day. As I sat there, enjoying the morning, I began to notice a rather loud bird singing above my head. Looking up, I saw a mocking bird on top of a nearby telephone pole. That bird was like a musician I once knew… he must have known a thousand songs by heart. I listened with amusement for a while before I noticed what was really happening. Off in the distance, I would hear a bird sing its song, very faintly sometimes, and immediately the mocking bird would repeat that same song. No matter what was sung, if the mocking bird could hear it, he would sing it too. And I thought, “So that’s why they call them mocking birds.” Then…