I should never clean my attic; found another notebook. It would seem that in the early 90’s, a collection of confused individuals took me seriously; enough so that they invited me to offer a homily (or three). The strangest part of this is that they invited me back after the first time.
“Make a joyful noise unto the Lord…” and although my dear Mom Moore would never approve, I’ve always gone with laughter as THE most joyful of noises.
I found my early notes for that first sermon…ready or not here it goes.
There once was a bright young turkey by the name of George. George was raised on a ranch with about five hundred other turkeys (it was a turkey ranch).
Now the owners of this turkey ranch were good, I mean the very best Christian folk; they said grace over every meal, not just the “God is good, God is great, yeah God, let’s eat”, grace, they meant it.
There was a bible reading and discussion among the family every night and the children listened and asked questions and the adults listened to the children. They held church each and every day.
And every day, George, the turkey, listened and he hoped that someone would ask the question he wanted to ask; sometimes they did and sometimes he just had to wait, and listen.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, just after the blessing of the meal that George let out a joyful AMEN (it sounded like ‘gobble gobble’ to the family); but, George knew, he knew what it was to believe, he was a Christian turkey.
He went back to the flock to share his new found faith; “Guys, guys…listen, we can fly!” Bold opening.
“Uh, George, have you looked around, I mean looked real close…we’re turkeys you dumby.”
“I know, but if we believe, really believe, He will give us wings like eagles.” George went on to tell them about love and grace and all the wonderful promises. The flock walked away, laughing. George that Christian turkey just smiled and kept on talking.
After a few days, two or three of the younger toms moved in George’s direction and asked a couple of questions, George answered and what he said made sense. George invited them to church, hanging outside the kitchen window during Bible study. Soon there were several ‘gobble gobbles’ as everything came together for a growing number of the flock.
Those birds close to George went out into the flock and shared all they had come to know.
The day had come, George stood before the flock and said, “Let us take up wings like eagles.” Each and every turkey lifted their head and in a solemn tone, “Gobble gobble” rose up across the yard and five hundred turkeys began to fly.
It was a wonderment, all those butterballs soaring up into the clouds, darting about, laughing…until they got tired; then they landed and all walked home.
My questions to you are: What kind of Christian turkey are you? How soon are you going to quit and just walk home? Do you or do you not belong in the clouds, that truly is the way ‘home’.
Remember the words of St. Francis of Assisi: “Pray without ceasing and when all else fails, use words”