Born to Fly
 "But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not
grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. "Isaiah 40:31"
From the book, Broken Chains, by Doug Batchelor.
A naturalist visiting a farm one day was surprised to see a
beautiful eagle in the farmer's chicken coop. Befuddled, he
asked, "Why in the world is that eagle living with chickens?"
"Well," answered the farmer, "I found an abandoned eagle's
egg one day and laid it in the coop, and a chicken adopted
it and raised the creature after it hatched. It doesn't know
any better; it thinks it's a chicken." The eagle was even
pecking at grain and strutting awkwardly in circles.
"Doesn't it ever try to fly out of there?" asked the naturalist,
noticing that the bird never lifted its gaze. "No," said the
farmer, "I doubt it even knows what it means to fly."
The naturalist asked to take the eagle a few days for
experiments, and the farmer agreed. The scientist placed
the eagle on a fence and pushed it off, bellowing, "Fly!"
But the bird just fell to the ground and started pecking.
He then climbed to the top of a hayloft and did the same
thing, but the frightened bird just shrieked and fluttered
ungraciously to the barnyard, where it resumed its strutting.
Finally, the naturalist took the docile bird away from the
environment to which it had grown accustomed, driving to
the highest butte in the county. After a lengthy and sweaty
climb to the hill crest with the bird tucked under his arm, he
peered over the edge and then spoke gently: "You were
born to soar. It is better that you die here today on the
rocks below than live the rest of your life being a chicken.
It's not what you are."
Then, with its keen eyesight, the confused bird spotted
another eagle soaring on the currents high above the bluff,
and a yearning was kindled within it. The naturalist threw
the majestic beast up and over the edge, crying out,
"Fly! Fly! Fly!"
The eagle began to tumble toward the rocks below, but
then it opened its seven-foot span of wings and, with a
mighty screech, instinctively began to flap them. Soon it
was gliding gracefully, climbing in ever-higher spirals on
unseen thermals into the blue sky. Eventually, the mighty
eagle disappeared into the glare of the morning sun. The
bird had become what it was born to be. (Doug Batchelor,
Broken Chains)
Have you discovered your God-given purpose and potential--
and have become or are becoming all that you were born to be?
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