Once upon a time there was a little chicken, whose name happened to be named Chicken Little. (Go figure.) Well this little chicken was having a bad day. She woke up on the wrong side of the bed, because she worried all night about rising inflation and soaring gas prices. There was no morning coffee due to supply chain issues, so she turned on the 24/7 news channel, where they not only tell you the news, but then spend the next 24 hours giving you their opinions of said news. Needless to say, this added the the chicken’s bad attitude. At this point she lost it and began running around her little house like a chicken with her head cut off screaming, “That’s it! The sky is falling! The sky is falling!”
My adaptation is based on a fairy tale from the original story first collected by Danish librarian Just Mathias Thiele.
“There was once a big farm near a vast field, and here there lived a hen named Penny. She was great friends with everyone, and those who knew her gave her many names.
She was a tiny hen. The other chickens in the yard would tease her for her size. They often termed her “Chicken Little.” While Penny surprisingly loved this name, her favorite thing to be called was “Henny-Penny,” given to her by the other fowls that lived nearby. The rhyme was perfect, it was sweet, and she liked it very much.
One morning, as Henny-Penny was plucking worms in the hen yard, an acorn dropped from a tree right onto her head! She had no idea what had hit her, however, and so she started shouting:
“The sky is falling! The sky is falling!”
She ran around in circles for a while, calmed herself, and then got right to waddling—she had to alert the king!”
I recently heard Brandon Heath’s lyrics in his song See me through it say that if the sky is indeed “falling” who better to turn to than the One who put it up there in the first place.
So like the Chicken Little, we need to alert the King of Kings what we are feeling and rest in Him.
Psalm 91 NIV
1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
3 Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you say, “The LORD is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 “Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”
In verse three is says getting caught in the fowler’s snare. It was a noose of hair for small birds, of wire for larger birds or smaller animals. The snares were set in a favorable location and grain scattered to attract the attention of feathered creatures. They accepted the bribe of good feeding and walked into the snare, not suspecting danger.
Sounds a lot like satan. He conceals himself trying to ensnare us into believing the sky is falling so we turn from resting safely in God. He is really good at concealing the peril of his snares, and next thing you know, we’re trapped. But when we call in God, he will deliver us. How do I know this? Because it says so in the Bible, and He’s done it for me.
So how are you choosing to live today? Like Chicken Little, or like a little chicken who is content to rest under the cover of God’s feathers, because under His wings you will find refuge.
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