Are You a Chicken? I Know I am!

A few days ago my son Shane (18) and I had this brief conversation:

“Today at school someone said chickens couldn’t fly. I disagreed. I said, ‘Of course chickens can fly!’ and so we looked it up on Wikipedia.”

What did Wiki say,” I asked.

“It said that chickens can only fly 25 or 30 feet, but that’s flying. Right?”

Our eyes met and remained in communal thought and conversation for a few long moments. Smiling, we shared a peaceful period of quiet imagination and truth seeking. My son is so often so wise, that I rarely have an opportunity to teach him anymore.

I replied, “Well….if you could fly only 25 or 30 feet, I think you would definitely call that flying. Wouldn’t you?”

Truth told.

If you are an eagle — even an injured eagle, a newly fledged eagle or an ancient eagle — 25 or 30 feet isn’t much at all. It certainly isn’t soaring, not by any stretch of the imagination. But eagles are Masters of Flight, they are born to soar and float. Eagles are born to make flying look like child’s play.

But what if you are a chicken? If you are a chicken you aren’t really expected to fly much if at all. So if you are a chicken and you do fly, aren’t you a Chicken To Be Admired? Shouldn’t you pat yourself on the back and accept the praise you deserve from others for making the Great Effort to rise above the Average State of Poultryhood?

I am more human than holy; I am more chicken than eagle. But that’s okay. That’s okay because I make the attempt each day (well, perhaps at least every other day) to rise above the average and seek after the God that is within and around us all.

One day God will make me an eagle, he’ll make you one too. But until then, I’m determined to be proud of and find joy in my yearning to become an eagle and not waste too much energy cursing the fact that I am, indeed, only a chicken. (And a Running Chicken, at that!)

The Perfect Cup

it is time for me
to see the flaws
of myself
and stop
being alarmed

it is time for me
to halt my drive
for perfection
and to accept
my blemishes

it is time for me
to receive
slowly evolving growth
the kind that comes
in God’s own good time
and pays no heed
to my panicky pushing

it is time for me
to embrace
my humanness
to love
my incompleteness

it is time for me
to cherish
the unwanted
to welcome
the unknown
to treasure
the unfulfilled

if I wait to be
before I love myself
I will always be
and ungrateful

if I wait until
all the flaws, chips,
and cracks disappear
I will be the cup
that stands on the shelf
and is never used
Joyce Rupp

~ by Kimberly Mason on March 9, 2010.

2 Responses to “Are You a Chicken? I Know I am!”

  1. I don’t know–I could swear that I’ve seen you soar. And chickens don’t soar.

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