Fly Away

As some may have realized, my consistency with blogging didn't last for long. As usual, life or work rather, gets in the way of things that I really want to do. In an effort to start doing the things I enjoy again (e.g. posting stories), I wanted to share this story with you this morning.

Let me begin by saying I've been thinking a lot about who I am and who I want to become. A story I read this morning, Song of the Bird, by Tony De Mello sums it up nicely...

A man found an eagle's egg and put it in the nest of a barn-yard 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 in 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 the 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."


In what area of your life might you be living as a chicken when God, in reality, has made you an eagle?