I Shot a Sparrow

April 6, 2022 –

When I was seven or eight years old, I stayed with my grandparents on the farm when my dad was in the Army.

Today, I distinctly remember shooting a small sparrow with my Daisy Red Ryder BB gun seventy-five years later. I don’t recall who gave me the gun; I remember killing the sparrow. The bird was sitting on a limb of a Peachtree singing, and the next moment her song ceased. One BB hit the target. I had never killed anything, with an exception for some bothersome flies.

I often think of this shooting incident, especially when I hear the song’s first three lines, “His Eye Is on the Sparrow, and He watches over me.”

“Why should I feel discouraged,

Why should the shadows come,

Why should my heart be lonely,”

The shooting still haunts me. I feel discouraged, the shadows come, and my heart is lonely. I must listen to Whitney Houston sing four additional lines from this great hymn to feel better.

“I sing because I’m happy (happy)

I sing because I’m free (free free free)

For His eye, his eye is on the sparrow,

I know He watches over me.”

Everyone has regrets. Don’t let the missteps of the past rob you of the joys of the present. I regret killing that sparrow. While God watched over me, I wish He had caused me to miss the sparrow.