“Look,” the farmer says, “it walks like a chicken, it talks like a chicken, it eats like a chicken. It thinks like a chicken. Of course it’s a chicken.”
But the friend is not convinced. He lifts the eagle over his head. “Fly, Eagle, fly!” He carries it to the roof and repeats his message, but both times the eagle spreads his wings... and returns to the dirt to scratch with the chickens. (My listeners enjoyed making chicken noises at this point and laughed as hard as the farmer in the story who still insists the eagle is a chicken.)
The next morning before dawn the friend takes the farmer and the eagle far up to a high mountain. “Look at the sun, Eagle,” the friend says. “And when it rises, rise with it. You belong to the sky, not to the earth.” As the sun’s first rays set the world ablaze with light, the eagle spreads its wings, leans forward, and rises on the wind, never to return to scratch among the chickens.
It is a powerful story. Two pages from the end some of the children were called to get the hot meal the center provides. “Pause,” Gregory said, thrusting a finger at me as if to pause a video. I reviewed the earlier parts of the story with those who remained until they came back.
These kids live in a challenging world. Just staying in school is a victory, and this week the teachers are on strike! I am grateful for the workers who are there every day for them. I pray that many will follow their Creator and soar like eagles.