The Legend of the First Robin
One day, long ago, a little bird in Galilee saw a large crowd gathered around a Man carrying a heavy wooden cross. On the Man's head was a crown made from a thorn branch. The thorns were long a sharp. The little bird saw that the thorns were hurting the Man. It wanted to help Him, so it flew down and took the longest, sharpest thorn in its tine beak. The bird tugged and pulled until the thorn snapped from the branch. Then a strange thing happened. A drop of blood fell onto the bird's breast, staining it bright red. The stain never went away. And so today the robin proudly wears a red breast, because it helped a Man named Jesus...
sweet. I am going to share this with my grandchildren :)ReplyDelete
I never heard this story before. A couple of weeks ago when Sam and I were walking we saw a bird that he said was called a Hud-Hud (Hoopoe in English) and that it was mentioned in the Quran -- it was a messenger for Suleiman (Solomon). Sure wish I would have had my good camera to get a picture. Best wishes, TammyReplyDelete
That's one of those stories I've never heard before...ReplyDelete