It has been freezing outside. I can say this with confident authority because I was born and raised in the northern part of the Midwest. I know cold.  Never has it been like this past week.

In my home state of Michigan, we had our share of winter weather. More snow than ice, which is preferable to me. Snow can be dealt with, just shovel it out of the way. Ice is downright treacherous. The coldest of days, in my memory bank, may have hit a few degrees below zero, in the night, days were not as severe.

Kansas has been the victim of the highs breaking -13 degrees. Combine that with a continual wind and you have the recipe for a miserable outdoors. This time of year, a commercial advertising pets left outside to suffer in the cold pulls on the heart strings. My heart goes out to mistreated animals in any weather.

That is why we are keeping a close eye on our bird feeder. How those little birds are surviving this brutal winter is beyond my explanation. They have become regular visitors to our feeding station. Flocks of them.

In the Good Book Jesus mentions that not a single sparrow dies that his dad doesn’t know about it. As a part of his creation, he cares for birds too, but they were not made in his image. Jesus fed flocks but not the feathered variety, he fed the people kind. Wherever Jesus went, flocks of people followed.

All kinds of folks with various degrees of hunger. The sick hungered for healing. Jesus’ reputation for healing gave hope of a better life. They showed up wherever Jesus’ travels took him. Some hungered for a good show and maybe get a free meal. They too, came.

Twelve men tagged along because they had been called upon for on-the-job training. Women followed to provide the meals and be a support system. Religious leaders gave time and attention as well. In hopes of catching Jesus in mistakes.

If you have a hunger for Jesus and follow him, I am curious to know what variety hunger you have. In what way does he ‘feed’ you?