I Will Fly!

I was watching my chickens trying to fly the other day. Guess what! They can’t.

Sure, they’ve got wings, and big enough to seem adequate to the demands for flying. Certainly, according to science, they’re better equipped than the bumble-bee to fly. According to the laws of somebody, I think his name is Arrow Dynamicks, bumble-bees just don’t have the wherewithal to get airborne. Yet they do!

But chickens! They have big wings, with long feathers. They should be able to fly - else, why the wings? Breeding has a lot to do with it. Some chickens are bred to be so laden with meat that they just can’t attain an elevation of more than ten inches at a time, even when they’re frightened! Some of the lighter breeds, like the white leghorn, bred to lay lots of eggs, have less body weight, and can actually reach much higher altitudes, of say, two to four feet.

I watched as my present flock we getting ready for a night’s sleep. These brown hens can make it up to eight feet, but then only in stages as they try to get to the top roosting place for the night. They’d go higher, but the ceiling gets in the way.

But there seems to be a deeper rooted problem. Their wings are basically stabilizers to keep them from landing on their backs, going up or down. They have a tendency to fly into walls. They’re much better at hopping, than flying.

I can fly of course !

And I’m not referring to my flight recently to Sudan at 32,000 feet.

Some day, I’m going to simply fly away. It’ll be neither as awkward as my hens, nor will I need wings. There’s another very simple explanation.

Here’s how I’ll do it, although I must admit I’m not going to really be in control. I have neither of the time nor process. I’m not talking of a great stride forward in the field of science or aviation. Listen to this found in an ancient manuscript: 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17:

“For the LORD Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the LORD in the air. And thus we shall always be with the LORD.”

What that simply means is that I’m flying off to a banquet which will last for seven years. It’s called the “Marriage Supper of the Lamb”. Look at Revelation 19:9:

“Then he said to me, ‘Write: “Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!”’ And he said to me, “These are the true sayings of God.”

When I’m called, I assure you, I am going to fly. NASA’s flight to the moon will be nothing by comparison. There is a certain way I must live in the meantime. It’s called a life of holiness: a life given to God, and obedience to His will. Therefore, as Paul urged the young preacher in 1 Timothy 6:13-15:

“I urge you in the sight of God who gives life to all things, and before Christ Jesus who witnessed the good confession before Pontius Pilate, that you keep this commandment without spot, blameless until our LORD Jesus Christ's appearing, which He will manifest in His own time, He who is the blessed and only Potentate, the King of kings and LORD of lords.”

Therefore, unlike my gravity-bound chickens, I am going to break all the laws of nature, including that restrictive law of gravity, and, in my new body, I am going to fly off into the presence of God, and I will see Jesus Christ, the glorified Son of the living God. The Christ who redeemed me, and made it all possible.

Care to join me?