This is my story of how God uses a chicken for His glory - yes, it can be done! About a week ago, Jeff brought home another rooster. This is not just another alarm clock, but he is supposed to be a the same breed as one of our hens. The point of the rooster was to have he and his wife make more of their kind. Well, Jeff left for his five-day-on shift at work. That night the rooster did not find its way back to the chicken barn. Oh, dear. I have lost my husband's precious rooster. So, I called him to confess that his dear chicken was probably dead. That same morning I began teaching the children about the resurrection. After our devotional time I thought that I would pray that God would bring back our rooster. Pretty bold considering that chickens are easy prey at night because they become very docile when sleepy. They are almost in a daze. Well, I went to the car to grab something for our homeschool lesson. It was pouring rain and my hands were full, so I decided to just run to the front door and have one of the kids open the door for me. I rounded the corner to the front of the house and there he was. The rooster was sitting on the front porch!!! I couldn't believe it! Had God really answered my prayer in less than half an hour? Well, I dropped my homeschool materials, and grabbed the chicken by his legs. I came in the front door with my "prize" to show the children how God had answered prayer. Jeff got a phone call after the rooster was put back in the barn - the chicken is not dead, but very much alive.
But that's not all...because somehow our friend didn't feel convinced that it was God's will for his life to live with us. So, the next day he escaped again! I couldn't believe. Oh, no. We just went through the whole thing that God helped bring Daddy's chicken back and now he's gone again. Jeff got another phone call that his rooster was again, probably dead. Two days went by. Now it's Easter afternoon. I have just dealt with Jubilee's favorite hen and her foot infection. Feeling pretty successful with my novice vet procedure, we sat on the grass in the back yard. A few mintues later, I popped up. "Are you sure that chicken is not just sitting in the barn?" I asked Jubilee. "Yes, Mama. I checked everywhere." Ok. Well, Zachary and I are going to check once again. Sure enough - no rooster. I said to Zachary, "let's pray that God would bring him back again." So we prayed again. We left the chicken barn, walked out the gate, and there he was - in the neighbor's horse field. I yelled, "Look what God has done! Look, everyone! God has brought Daddy's rooster back again! God has done this!" Now the hard part begins. A rooster in an open, muddy field with the five of us. So I prayed that God would help us catch the rooster since He was so generous as to bring it back to us again. Jubilee was told to watch Jonathon. And the three's and I grabbed sticks and went in three different directions in an attempt to scare the rooster back to our barn. I have to give credit where credit is due. The three's didn't a mighty fine job running with sticks. :) I got the rooster right out of the muddy field and into the nieghbor's barn. He flew right out the window. He seemed to take a moment's rest. That's my chance. I grabbed him by his tail feathers. He squaked in rebuke and flapped pretty good, but I was more determined than him (and bigger, and maybe even stronger). After he settled down, I held him by his feet again, and we had our victory march back to the barn. Now he is in his "time-out" pen until Jeff comes home tomorrow and shows me how to clip his feathers. But God got a whole heap of glory from one run-a-way rooster. God is good!!!!