Today I write with sad news. My Poor Ethel passed away yesterday. Completely unexpected. When I went to the coop yesterday morning, the first to run out was laying down. She didn’t feel good. Now I’m not quite sure how you tell if a chicken doesn’t feel good but she was laying down and later in the day died so I think that’s a fair assumption. Unfortunately, chickens just die and unless an autopsy is done (they really do that) most times the cause is unknown. We’re just going to have to satisfied with the unknown. I always called her my Poor Ethel because of the flock treatment. She was a loner, remember, we got two of each breed. She was part of the Ethel and Esther. Her counter-part turned out to be an Edward and he had to go back to the breeder, no boys allowed! I don’t know if it was her personality or her breed, but she was sweet. She never pecked back or chased for no reason.
Now that she’s gone I obviously think about her in the past tense. She was sweet. She was kind. She was gentle. She wasn’t bossy. She laid pretty blue eggs. You know what I mean, it’s my memories, my recollections of her that I now have. Those are precious memories. I know, I know, she was just a chicken. Anyway, I started wondering, what will folks’ recollection of me be. Will they be chickenesque? Beth was sweet. Beth was kind. Beth was gentle. Beth wasn’t bossy. Beth sure could lay a pretty egg? As we all pass on (don’t freak out, it happens to all of us), we will all be someone’s memories. What will those memories be? It’s important to think about. Makes me want to do better with life.
So I’m republishing a story from July 2018, as a tribute to Ethel. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you really can learn valuable life lessons from a chicken.
IT’S NOT OKAY
You might have heard about my girls – my chicks – there are seven of them. I love those stinkin things. We do a lot of chicken watching at our house. During the day they run a muck – they cover every inch of our 12, every day, and where they go, they go all together. They’re flockers. They stick together unless someone’s sitting anest.
During the day they wander and at night they’re cooped up – it’s one of those two story jobs. Settling in for the night is a process, which doesn’t voluntarily begin before darkish. When dusk hits they instinctively head for their coop. Settling in for the night is a process for them. They take turns going in and out before the doors close. They run in and think about roosting then they run out for one last bite. In. Out. Bite to eat. Drink. Hop up. Hop down. Jostling. They chase each other and squeeze each other out, jockeying for the best roost position. If one tries to go up the ladder before another thinks they should, they get a peck or two on the head. Maybe even a pluck. Ouch Georgie Girl! Poor Ethel is always the last to ascend she’s most often pushed, pecked and bullied. It’s a tough crowd.
After finally ascending to the coop, the jockeying for position is not yet over. They move, they ruffle, they peck, they squawk. It’s constant. I try to intervene, to restore calm, but I’m reminded that it’s what chickens do. They’re animals – fowl, technically. They have a pecking order.
One thing I’ve noticed is that we, me, I, have chicken-tendencies. We, me, are not so different from them, really. We do the same sometimes. I know I do.
After watching the news the other day, I started thinking how very similar we are to my girls. We treat each other the same way my girls treat each other, and it’s permissible and acceptable. I wondered to myself – when did it get okay? When did it get okay to be mean? Push. When did it get okay to call people names? Squawk. When did it get okay to degrade other people? Bump. When did it get okay to mistreat others? Peck. When did it get okay to speak our minds without care for others’ tender hearts? Pluck. When did it get okay to say what we want, regardless of the cost to someone else? Scar. When did it get okay to bully? Jostle. When did it get okay?
Clearly, my chickens have not heard about the Greatest Commandment. Sometimes I act like I’ve not heard it either.
The most important commandment is this: Hear, O Israel!
The Lord our God is the one and only Lord.
And you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul,
All your mind, and all your strength.
and your neighbor as yourself.
Mark 12:29-31
According to Jesus, this is the most important commandment. Notice He gives us a few directions before we are to love each other. His directions are just that – listed in order of importance. First, he gets our attention. Then He identifies Himself. Next, He tells us exactly what we must do. He says:
Listen up folks!
I am the only God!
You must love Me with absolutely everything you have – heart, soul, mind, strength,
Only when you do that can you love your neighbor as you should.
Only by putting God first in our hearts, in our souls, in our minds, with all the strength that we have, can we love others as we should. He knew we would struggle with love because we are human, that’s why he gave us the directions – He’s shown us how to work this love thing.
God did not tell us to love our neighbors if we want to, if they love us first, if they’re loveable. He said love your neighbor as yourself. Do we do that? Do we love each other as we love ourselves – maybe. Maybe that’s our problem.
Paul tells us living in the Spirit – heart, soul, mind, strength – produces love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. We can pretty much tell if we’re living in the Spirit or living in the world by the fruits we produce. Will they know I’m a Christian by my love? By my words? By my deeds? By my eyes? By my life? The fruits are not to be practiced occasionally, they are to be how we live our life. They are to be practiced consistently. What a wonderful world it would be if we all immersed ourselves in the fruits.
We peck. We bump. We shove. We squawk. We pluck. We scar. We jostle. We act like animals. We act fowl. That’s the truth. Ugh! We need a Cross check. We are sinners living in a fallen world but that doesn’t excuse our actions. Because we are His we are to be of the world and not in the world.
When did it get okay to peck, bump, shove, squawk, pluck, scar, or jostle each other? It didn’t. It never did. It’s just not okay.