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The Drew family was making the short drive from their house to their neighborhood pool. Leigh Anna, the mom, was driving so slowly that the automatic door locks did not engage. Noah, her young son, opened the door and fell out. She felt a bump, as if she had driven over a speed bump, and braked to a quick stop.  Her husband, Ben, jumped out of the car and found Noah on the pavement. “He’s alive!”  Ben yelled and placed him on the seat. Noah’s legs were covered in blood, and he was shaking violently. Leigh Anna hurried over to the passenger’s seat and held Noah on her lap as Ben drove to the ER.
Incredibly, the tests showed no broken bones. A five-thousand-pound vehicle had run over his legs, yet little Noah had nothing but cuts and bruises to show for it.
Later that night Leigh Anna dropped to her knees and thanked God for sparing her son. She then stretched out on the bed next to him. He was asleep; at least she thought he was. As she was lying beside him in the dark, he said, “Mama, Jesus catched me.”
She said, “He did?”
Noah replied, “I told Jesus thank you, and he said you’re very welcome.”
The next day he gave some details. “Mama, Jesus has brown hands.  He catched me like this.” He held his arms outstretched, cupping his little hands. The next day he told her that Jesus had brown hair. When she asked him for more information, He said, “That’s all.” In a very nonchalant manner. But when he said his prayers that night, he said, “Thank you Jesus for catching me.”
Pressure to meet the deadline at work…
Financial pressures…
Children’s schedules…
A recent diagnosis…
Relationship tensions…
Geopolitics got you down…
Market volatility…
Stop by during lent to explore what freedom means in a time when it feels like we have been run over by a five-thousand-pound vehicle. God delights in freedom. God likes to forgive more than we like to mess things up. Through the life of Moses and the Exodus narrative, take a journey to freedom with us in a world that is constantly closing in on us…

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Eagle or Chicken?

Have you ever tried to think about what the word spirituality means? Take a few moments to think about it while I tell you a story. This story is originally found in Tony de Mello’s book Song of the Bird. 

A man found an eagle’s egg and put it in a nest of a barnyard hen.  The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them.

All his life the eagle did what the barnyard chicks did, thinking he was a barnyard chicken. He scratched the earth for worms and insects. He clucked and cackled. And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet into the air.

Years passed and the eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent bird above him in the cloudless sky. It glided in graceful majesty among powerful wind currents, with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings.

The old eagle looked up in awe. “Who’s that?” He asked.

“That’s the eagle, the king of the birds,” said his neighbor. “He belongs to the sky. We belong to the earth—we’re chickens.” So the eagle lived and died a chicken, for that’s what he thought he was.

Interesting story—an eagle thought he was a chicken because that what he was told he was by all of the right people.  Now back to the word spirituality and what it might mean. There could be many meanings. Recently, I was reading a book entitled Awareness by Anthony deMello. In this book, he suggests that the word spirituality means quite simply to wake up. He suggests that most people, even though they don’t know it, are asleep. They’re born asleep, they live asleep, they marry asleep, they raise a family asleep, and die in their sleep. Like an eagle who lived his whole life like a chicken.

Often, I confess that I live like a barnyard chicken when I know I was meant to be a soaring eagle. Perhaps during this advent season we can set aside the sleeping life of an eagle living like a barnyard chicken—nothing against chickens. It is easy to get discouraged with all things in the barnyard, if you know all that I am referring to. We can become so distracted with the life on the farm, nothing against living on the farm, that we forget we are citizens of another community. 

Advent is the reminder that we are not alone, we have another reason for being—to soar. Like an eagle. It is God “with us” that lifts us up and restores us to our rightful place. So, its time to rise up from our slumber. We are eagles, established by God and for God.

This is my prayer for all of us this advent season, as strange as this article sounds. Life on a farm sounds great but the view from the air is quite nice too.

Merry Christmas,


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