One of the most oft repeated anecdotes in modern preaching is the one about the mother Eagle that pushes the young one out of the nest to teach it to fly, this is used to say that God pushes us so we step out in faith.
This post is not about the ridiculous romantic nonsense that this anecdote is, after all some eagle chicks eat the other chicks to ensure survival...what are we saying, that religious people devour each other, perish the thought?
The reason I mention it is for because I think when spiritual awakening occurs within a Christian framework it can be often be seen as the end of the journey, as if salvation is the prize, the goal.
My experience dictates that the time of awakening is the beginning of the journey, not the end.
Too many people are peering over the gates of heaven looking for their mansion, but surely the people of faith should have feet of clay, earth is where we were born, it is where we live, and it is where we will die...heaven can wait.
So do not be an eagle sat at the foot of the cliff, thinking that getting out of the nest was the big achievement, sat there hoping to escape predators whilst crying out like a malnourished babe crying 'feed me'.
Spread your wings and fly my friends, soar to the heights of spiritual maturity and be a restorer of the streets and communities in which you live. Lose your lives for others, for it is in the selfless giving to your fellow man that you will truly find yourself.
Question...do you know all the people who live within five doors of you?