Early this morning, while gathering her thoughts, Churchyard Chick accidentally wandered onto the slaughtering floor of Pilgrim’s Pride.
Her feathers had become ruffled, and she became confused and disoriented as she tried to walk the path she had chosen for the day. Having stumbled over some inscribed garden stones dropped by careless travelers, she began to slide backwards on the slope that led to “Pride” (code for the slaughterhouse).
She had been warned many, many times about allowing herself to become a victim of those garden stones on the pathway, the ones inscribed with well-meaning words (that somehow just end up sounding mean). She had steeled herself with that old saying about others not being able to make you feel inferior without your permission. (Did that come from Oprah? She couldn’t remember.) I guess that was good head knowledge, but it just couldn’t convince the heart.
Once she slid onto the slaughtering floor, she encountered the instruments of Pride that sought to bring her zig-zag journey to a quick end. First she had to escape one called Self-Importance. Then she barely scooted away from another labeled Vindication. Her final maneuver was to run as quickly as her little chicken legs would carry her away from the chopping block named Self-Interest.
Fortunately, the chick was able to escape from Pilgrim’s Pride this time, but she has much to learn. Hopefully, she will continue her journey without tripping on those pesky garden stones inscribed with the words and actions of others. Perhaps she will focus on the example of the One she claims to be following.
If she watches, the Good Shepherd will show her that the only important thing in life on earth is what is vital to the soul. Everything else is just stuff we do while we are waiting to fly away. If she remains focused on his directive to “make disciples”, rather than on her own feathers, maybe they won’t get so ruffled.