A newspaper ran a survey of the most dangerous job occupations in America. The statistics were both enlightening and shocking. One would expect the policeman,fireman, or battlefield soldier to top the list. But it was found that the cab driver was at the top of the list as number one. Cab drivers are more likely to be shot, stabbed, robbed, beaten, or wounded than other professions. This cab driving is serious business…he or she is out where the slime and riff-raff meet the road. Druggies, thugs, thieves, robbers, murderers, desperado’s, wackos all ride cabs and often see cabby’s as easy targets. Now, I know it could be argued that preaching is a hazardous occupations considering the fact that Paul was beheaded, Stephen stoned, Peter crucified, John boiled in oil, and others feed to lions and burned at the stake (to name a few) for preaching. But all things considered I would still rather be an Apostolic preacher than a cab driver.
Being raised on a farm I learned that ALL Gods creatures stand in jeopardy of their lives, even in the safe confines of the old home place. Now, I know it’s appointed unto man and beast to die at some future time, but until that dreadful date, what could be more secure than the cow supplying her fair share of milk for the family, the horse giving rides, the chicken laying an egg every day, and the dog standing guard or chasing varmint’s off…..quite a haven of peace seemingly. The chicken is the most timid of all farm creatures, but I learned early on that looks are deceiving. One day while gathering the eggs I said, “Wook mom, that chickens head is all bwoody, what happened to it?” Mom explained that chickens do that to each other for no apparent reason. They walk around in the chicken park and suddenly, like a striking rattle snake they peck each other on the head and body. All day long, CLUCK, CLUCK, PECK, until ofter a while the blood begins to flow. It is not unusual or them to peck each other to death and keep on pecking until all that’s left is bare bones. I decided being a chicken was dangerous and a chicken park was a bad place to live!!!
The story is told of a farmer who found an eagles nest and took one of the eggs home, and placed it under a setting hen to hatch with the rest of her chicks. For weeks the eaglet followed the mother hen around the park with his adopted family. Then one day he saw another eagle flying high above him and some instinct deep inside said; I wasn’t meant to walk around in chicken parks, pecking each other on the head. I don’t want to live like this. I was born to fly. The young eagle began to run beating his wings as hard and fast as he could. Slowly his feet left the ground and he cleared the chicken park fence. His wings caught an upward draft and he soared higher and higher, never to return to the chicken park.
The spiritual application is clear. It has never been the will of God for His people to walk around in spiritual mediocrity, nitpicking, fault finding, pecking each other on the head, enduring the ankle bites of lesser men; but to spread our spiritual wings and rise above all that, and soar into the rarefied wings of Apostolic Power. Isa. 40:31 “They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles.” I have decided that cab driving is dangerous, preaching can be dangerous, but living in a chicken park is more dangerous still. So if I had my choice, Lord, let me mount up on eagles wings!
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