Prairie Chicken

And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus.”

                                                                                                                        – Ephesians 2:6, NIV

I’m told that “Kewanee” means “Prairie Chicken.” Chickens make a good meal, but they don’t soar on wings like eagles. Prairie Chickens don’t soar like God intended us to soar.

 

The story is told of an old Indian man who found an eagle’s egg, which he placed in a prairie chicken nest. The eagle hatched with the chicks and grew up with them.

Thinking he was a chicken, the eagle did what the chickens did. He scratched in the dirt for seeds and insects. He clucked and he cackled. He flew in a brief thrashing of wings and a flurry of feathers, but he never got more than a few feet off the ground because he thought he was just a prairie chicken and wasn’t supposed to fly.

 

One day he looked up into the sky, and high above him he saw a magnificent bird hanging with graceful majesty on the powerful currents of air. “What a beautiful bird,” the eagle clucked to his prairie chicken neighbors. “What is it?” “That’s an eagle—chief of all birds,” cackled one of the chickens. “But don’t you give it another thought. You could never be like him.”

 

And so the eagle, thinking he was just a prairie chicken and not able to soar into the heights, lived his life groveling and picking at the ground, never experiencing the exhilaration of flight and the majesty which was his by birthright.

 

Tragically, this is the picture of the average Christian today. With the ability to “mount up with wings like eagles” as Isaiah wrote (40:31), many are content to grovel in their problems and pick at their misfortunes when God wants us to rise into the heavenlies, where our Lord Jesus is seated at the right hand of God (Mark 16:19), and where we are seated with Him. (Ephesians 2:6)

 

We may live in a town called “Prairie Chicken,” but that doesn’t mean that we have to grovel and pick at the ground like a chicken. In Christ you’re set free and forgiven. You’re called to soar on wings like eagles and fly in the heavenlies.