I know it has been a while but I'm the type of person that needs to feel like writing to be able to write. Its like that awful question we all grapple with, "What's for supper?" We are in that season of year that all the commercials of festivities and partying. If we are not careful, we will begin to judge what things should be by what we see portrayed by mass media not by what we know as fact. If you have read any of my previous posts, you know I love my chickens. My little cinnamon queen hens are laying very well. My other older hens well they earn their keep by eating bugs, fertilizing my yard, and just all around adorableness. This is where my story begins. You ever have a day where things just, well they just... My son called me one morning to tell me one of my cinnamon queens had been killed. I know it is only a chicken but it meant something to me. I arrived home and began to do kitchen chores. I look out my window to see what I thought were 2 hens. It took a moment for me to realize that what I was seeing was a hawk attacking another hen. Out the door I flew but not quick enough. Two hens gone in less than 24 hours. My hens were all scattered. Not one of them came to my calling. I found 1 of my old hens so frightened even when I walked beside her she wouldn't come. I gently picked her up and carried her to the coop. Some were in another building fearing to come out while others could not be found at all. It was getting dark. It was cold. The young fox were out. Still they would not come to my voice. My youngest boy came out and we began to look together. We went in the woods and praise the Lord I found 3. One was still missing. These little girls were even afraid to walk out into the open yard but I gently shushed them to the coop where they would be safe. My boy decided to head out into the woods 1 more time. He found her and put her in. Most of the time my hens will come to my voice. I wanted what was best for them. I knew they were afraid but I lead them slowly and I kept an eye out. Their safest place was with their master. I think the danger in the entertainment industry is they distort the truth. Television makes Christmas one big party. Yet, the truth is it is the celebration of Christ coming to this earth to one go to the cross of Calvary and to bodily raise from the tomb three days later as the payment of my sin. The world has become a scary, lonely place for so many. People hide in a chemical, entertainment, hobby you name it. Just like my hens hid in the woods too frightened to come to my voice. Maybe today you are lonely or fearful. Dear friend, Christ is calling for you to come home. He will lead you to the peace you are longing for. Pastor Chris Starr preached "First Aid for Loneliness" on 12/18/2022 PM service. I know it would be a blessing to you.
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