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Our Christian Faith
On Eagle's Wings
Tuesday, January 30, 2001 at 9:40pm

Yet those who wait for the LORD
Will gain new strength;
They will mount up with wings like eagles,
They will run and not get tired,
They will walk and not become weary
Isaiah 40:31)

As storms approach, lesser fowl head for cover, but the mighty eagle spreads his wings and with a great cry mounts upon the powerful updrafts, soaring to the heights of glory. The eagle soars effortlessly, letting the wind carry him where other fowl beat with frantic wings to stay aloft. In spite of the winds, thunder, and lightning, the eagle seems to know instinctively where there is safety in the midst of a storm.

Similarly, the Christian sees behind the storm ... the winds of the Holy Spirit ... and rises on wings of faith to rest in God's carrying power far above harm and destruction. He moves not by striving, but by restfully abiding. He trusts in the soaring current of God's love ... the Lord Himself bearing him up. Just as the eagle knows how to catch the rising flow of life through his knowledge of the currents, the one in Christ knows his faithful God and experiences this life by trusting and waiting.

When the eagle's mighty wing feathers become heavy with oil and dirt and his beak and talons become calcified and brittle, he retires to a hiding place in a cave or rock out of reach of predators and experiences a period of renewal. With his great beak he pulls out his mighty wing feathers one by one, then he extracts each claw. Finally, he begins to smash his beak against the rocks, until it too is gone. Left defenseless, this peerless, unique bird waits patiently until beak, talons and feathers have regrown, emerging in his renewed condition stronger than before ... Every new creature in Christ experiences renewal as he lays aside those things inconsistent with the life of faith. As he stands bare before the Lord, stripped of all that would keep him from leaning on Him alone, his strength is restored.

The eagle is known for its ferocity, yet no member of the bird family is more gentle and attentive to it's young. At just the right time, the mother eagle begins to teach her eaglets how to fly. She gathers an eaglet on her back and spreading her wings, flies high. Suddenly she swoops out from under the eaglet and as it falls, it gradually learns what its wings are for until the mother catches it once again on her wings. Sometimes, the eaglet learns on the first try, but if not, the process is repeated many times. If the young is slow to learn or cowardly, she returns him to the nest, and begins to tear her nest apart, until there is nothing left for the eaglet to cling to. Then she nudges him off the cliff. Those in Christ learn to depend on the faithful Father, knowing that underneath are His arms ready to bear His children up, to support them through all of life's storms.

Just as this matchless bird has been given eyes that can see from a distance and can look directly into the sun and not be blinded, Christians are given spiritual eyes to see from afar; gifts of counsel, insight and vision are theirs. When others see only problems and turn their eyes to circumstances, those in Christ see beyond to the joy set before them and endure whatever cross must be borne. They see by the Spirit into the very depths of God, seeing in His nature the answer to all things.

The lyrics to I'll Fly Away were written by Alfred E. Brumley.

Some glad morning when this life is o'er, I'll fly away;
To a home on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away (I'll fly away).

I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).

When the shadows of this life have gone, I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown, I'll fly away (I'll fly away).


Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away;
To a land where joy shall never end, I'll fly away (I'll fly away).


Belief beyond proof is faith. Belief in spite of proof is folly.

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Pete, Sr.


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