by Sheri Schofield
“Mubble-mubble-puuuurrrrr-mubble-mubble.” The unusual sound drew my attention away from the book in my hands. What could it be? I walked toward the window and looked outside. Crossing the lawn below me was a flock of nine wild turkeys! They didn’t say “gobble-gobble”. That’s the male turkey’s call when he wants to advertise himself. When turkeys make that mubble and purr noise, it means they are content.
These huge birds wandered along, often leaning their heads close to mubble into each other’s ears. It reminded me of a group of happy women wandering through the farmer’s market together. They seemed like such a pleasant group!
And they are organic! No hormones, no antibiotics, no human-concocted feed. They are an altogether different bird than those scrumptious Butterballs. Wild turkeys can run at speeds of up to twenty-five miles per hour. They fly. They are hardy. They roost in the forest, eat snakes – yes, they love rattlesnakes for breakfast – and they are alert for danger.
The domestic turkeys that become Butterballs are weak, very plump, and cannot run or fly. They all look alike. They live in overcrowded conditions crammed up next to other turkeys and not encouraged to exercise. For human consumption, they are delicious. But survivors they are not.
As I watched the turkeys peruse my lawn, I found myself thinking that the two different kinds of turkeys are a lot like two different kinds of Christians. There are those who go all out for Christ, regardless of danger, ready to do whatever it takes to spread the gospel and defeat the devil – the serpent. They don’t allow the world to tell them what is right or wrong and pay little attention to political correctness. Their eyes are on Christ. They see danger approaching and take action. They are spiritually alert and swift. They soar on wings like wild turkeys. (Okay – you can think “eagles” if you prefer!) They endure.
Then there are Christians who prefer to be just like everyone else, crowded together, safe and politically correct to a fault. They follow the world’s philosophy and fit in nicely. But they never soar or run. They don’t recognize danger approaching. When it comes, they quickly fall away, for they have not developed the will to resist, to fight the danger.
So my Thanksgiving prayer will likely include something like this: “Lord, help me to be like the wild turkey! I want to be swift and strong in my spirit. Do not let me fall into the danger of feeding my soul on the world’s philosophy. Don’t let my soul end up like that juicy Butterball! Keep me feeding on your Word alone for wisdom. Please keep me organic through and through!”
Yes, I am known to have really strange prayers! My family is always on the alert. But I do think I will catch them by surprise this time!
Have a blessed Thanksgiving!
“Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, but whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates in his law day and night. That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither — whatever they do prospers.” Psalm 1:1-3, NIV
About the author: Sheri Schofield, an award-winning children’s author-illustrator and children’s ministry veteran of 40 years, has just released her new book, The Prince And The Plan, to help parents lead their children into a saving knowledge of Jesus. Sheri was named Writer of the Year for 2018 at Colorado Christian Writers’ Conference for her work in effectively sharing the gospel of Jesus. Her ministry, Faithwind 4 Kids, can be followed on her blog at her website, http://www.sherischofield.com. Questions welcomed!
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