“When the dove returned to him in the evening, there in its beak was a freshly plucked olive leaf! Then Noah knew that the water had receded from the earth. Genesis 8:11 (NIV)
U P IN THE HILLS OVERLOOKING beautiful fields and pristine clear streams of water, two birds had made their home in the safety of the trees and rocks. They were born and raised by their parents amongst the rich vegetation and didn’t have a care in the world.
Food was abundant and there were really no dangerous predators to hunt them down. They struck a friendship which was quite unusual, given their very different natures. The dove was known to be caring, gentle and trustworthy but the raven was just the opposite. The bird community in the hills couldn’t understand how such an odd pair got along, but they did. Well, apparently.
The dove would often patiently listen to her friend the raven as she went on and on, complaining about how bad everything was, how dumb humans were because they couldn’t fly. Worst of all, the raven would devise a clever plan for outwitting everyone else for food and proudly present her plan to the dove. The dove would always patiently