WILL THE REAL CHICKEN PLEASE STAND UP
We had the opportunity to go eat out at our
favorite restaurant in Abidjan called Chez
Abdul’s. Somebody wanted chicken; the waiter
asked us if we wanted a whole chicken with
that order which the answer was yes. I thought
to myself, "Somebody’s a little hungry,
how in the world can they eat a whole chicken."
Not long after, here comes the yard bird.
At first, I thought they had ordered a two-piece
from KFC and I asked, “Where’s the chicken?”
They told me that was the chicken, a whole
chicken. A real man from the states could
eat seven whole chickens here. The chickens
here have been on a hunger strike for sure.
I’ve seen chickens running around everywhere
and they look the same as they do in Mississippi.
I guess their feathers are just swolt up
because that’s all they are is feathers.
The little bannies back home carry more weight
around than these do because we pour the
feed to them in Mississippi.
Here, they are just plain old chickens scratching
around trying to survive, fighting the lizards
for a good old worm and any other kind of
grub they can find. Opposed to the American
chicken that lays up in a big nice house
eating all the food they can stand. I ask
you which chicken is the real chicken. American
or African? Which is the most natural? I
would have to go with the African chicken.
For you see, it’s just a plain old chicken
doing what a chicken is supposed to do and
he’s not eating himself into a coma. I believe
God wants us to be the same as my friend
the African chicken or affectingly Af-chick.
Not high on our accomplishments and certainly
not swolt up with pride. God wants you to
be you and me to be me. Let me go a step
further God wants you and I to be all that
He created us to be for His Glory. You know
I will never be a David, a William, or a
Mike. I will always be Guy and no one else.
And that is who God wants me to be. And again
to my friend the American chicken you may
be swolt, you may taste better and believe
me you do, you may even cost more but you
know what? You’re still an old chicken no
matter what you do. For a chicken, that’s
the best it gets; but for us, there is so
much potential in Christ. God took great
delight and care to form each one of us inside
our mother’s womb. Everything about us is
unique and He so very much wants the best
for you and me. Let’s give Him our lives
and let Him make the best chicken He possibly
can with each of us. Who knows He just might
make fried chicken, chicken potpie, chicken
and dumplings. You get the picture. So, when
you bow your head to say grace over our friends,
thank God that we can be honest with Him.
He sees us at our worst; but Glory to God
He sees us at our greatest potential in Christ.