How eagles learn to fly....and its analogy on life.
Random thought number one:
This just came back to me. Its something really interesting actually so keep reading. Have you ever thought about how an eagle learns to fly? Probably not. But think about it for a second. The nest is a good thousand feet (rough estimate) or so above the surface of the earth, in a really high tree or on the side of a really high cliff. So are those young little dudes just gunna, on instinct, decide one day to throw themselves outta thier safe nest and learn to fly before they hit rock bottom? Nope, thier mother actually does it for them. Heres what goes on:
When thier mother decides she's had enough of thier awful screeches, she starts tearing apart the nest that she so carefully built. Bit by bit it comes apart, until one of the little guys falls out. Now they would be super quick learners if they learned in the few seconds that it takes to smash into the rocks below, and although thier bright birds, thier not that impressive. Halfway down the mother will catch them again. At this point that little guy is like "phewf! mom your crazy, now rebuild that nest so i dont almost die again." But instead of going back to the nest that mom takes her baby up way past the nest, way up into the big blue world above. Then she drops 'em again. And again....and again, until she either fails to catch him and he dies (which doesnt ever happen by the way), or until the little guy figures out how to open his wings and soar....and when that moment comes, well ladies and gents, there is one more King of the Sky. From that moment on there is not a bird as graceful or powerful in the air. That, my friends, is how the eagle learns to master the wind. However, that gets you thinking.....how did the first eagle learn to fly??? Maybe i'll find out...and if i do i'll keep you in touch, but dont get your hopes up.
Sometimes it kinda feels like thats what God is doing to us. We think were in a safe, comfortable place, but theres so much more in store for us that we cant even start to understand. And then the big guy upstairs starts shaking things up a bit, starts ripping our safe little world apart...or at least thats what it seems like sometimes, and things start to go downhill. Then we fall, sometimes hard, but God's always there to pick us back up, and life seems to be going good again, then we fall even harder...and again...and again...and again. Until finally we get the point, open our wings....and, for the first time in our life, we're able to soar!
Then theres those of you reading this (if anyone ever reads these, which is highly doubtfull actually) that think i'm full of shit because you believe there is no God, and that its just a fact of life for things to go downhill. Well if thats how you feel then i pity you....cuz if you ever do decide to jump out on your own and take that leap of faith, you better learn pretty darn quick the first time, cuz who's gunna be there to catch you on the way down???
This just came back to me. Its something really interesting actually so keep reading. Have you ever thought about how an eagle learns to fly? Probably not. But think about it for a second. The nest is a good thousand feet (rough estimate) or so above the surface of the earth, in a really high tree or on the side of a really high cliff. So are those young little dudes just gunna, on instinct, decide one day to throw themselves outta thier safe nest and learn to fly before they hit rock bottom? Nope, thier mother actually does it for them. Heres what goes on:
When thier mother decides she's had enough of thier awful screeches, she starts tearing apart the nest that she so carefully built. Bit by bit it comes apart, until one of the little guys falls out. Now they would be super quick learners if they learned in the few seconds that it takes to smash into the rocks below, and although thier bright birds, thier not that impressive. Halfway down the mother will catch them again. At this point that little guy is like "phewf! mom your crazy, now rebuild that nest so i dont almost die again." But instead of going back to the nest that mom takes her baby up way past the nest, way up into the big blue world above. Then she drops 'em again. And again....and again, until she either fails to catch him and he dies (which doesnt ever happen by the way), or until the little guy figures out how to open his wings and soar....and when that moment comes, well ladies and gents, there is one more King of the Sky. From that moment on there is not a bird as graceful or powerful in the air. That, my friends, is how the eagle learns to master the wind. However, that gets you thinking.....how did the first eagle learn to fly??? Maybe i'll find out...and if i do i'll keep you in touch, but dont get your hopes up.
Sometimes it kinda feels like thats what God is doing to us. We think were in a safe, comfortable place, but theres so much more in store for us that we cant even start to understand. And then the big guy upstairs starts shaking things up a bit, starts ripping our safe little world apart...or at least thats what it seems like sometimes, and things start to go downhill. Then we fall, sometimes hard, but God's always there to pick us back up, and life seems to be going good again, then we fall even harder...and again...and again...and again. Until finally we get the point, open our wings....and, for the first time in our life, we're able to soar!
Then theres those of you reading this (if anyone ever reads these, which is highly doubtfull actually) that think i'm full of shit because you believe there is no God, and that its just a fact of life for things to go downhill. Well if thats how you feel then i pity you....cuz if you ever do decide to jump out on your own and take that leap of faith, you better learn pretty darn quick the first time, cuz who's gunna be there to catch you on the way down???
posted by Mark at Saturday, January 29, 2005
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