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Chicken Little, who—what?

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“Know this first of all, that in the last days mockers will come with their mocking, following after their own lusts.”

            –2 Peter 3:3 (NASV)

By Bobby R. Henry, Sr.

I don’t mean to sound like ‘Chicken Little’, a confused chicken who thought the sky was falling when an acorn felt from a tree hitting her on the head. Running around in circles and hollering “the sky is falling, the sky is falling”.

Because of the unfiltered chaos we are now capable of seeing at a moment’s notice due to technology, if the sky is not falling it appears to be hanging mighty low.

If I did not know Who had control over all things, I would be a nut case, scared to death to leave my bed. Fear would grip me tighter than Aunt Mabeleine’s girdle at church on the First Sunday, and I would probably look like Mr. Potato Head on steroids.

Not only that, my children and my children’s children’s children would all be home schooled,  raised on nothing but organic vegetables, soy bean milk, sea weed and unsullied tofu watered with fresh squeezed Florida orange juice because California juice might just be a little too fruity, acceptable yes, however, real fruity.

We would have a family farm consisting of a cranberry bog, blueberries and farm raised everything from air pie to wind pudding and don’t forget the pork and grits; poke out you’re your mouth and grit your teeth.

Again, this farm would include my children and my children’s children’s children in upper Maine where our closest neighbor would be two miles away. Our mail would have to be air dropped in; cable would be non-existent, while we would be more entertaining than the Jackson Five.

We would not have to beg and fight for common decency or health care, nature having its own laws and remedies.

Our church would be nestled into the side of mountains kissed by the rising sun with lakes and rivers at its doorsteps, the voices of nature accompanying our human voices as we sing praises unto our Lord and Savior.

“Then I heard all beings in Heaven and on the earth and under the earth and in the sea offer praise. Together, all of them were saying, “Praise, honor, glory, and strength forever and ever to the one who sits on the throne and to the Lamb!” Revelations 5:13

Then I was awakened by a deafening boom, then eerie sirens! No, the sky had not fallen, but the Twin Towers did as well as the respect for our President, our system of government and for the difference in our human race.

Well, contingent on the account of the story Chicken Little centers on a little chicken who reacts excessively, creating a huge hullabaloo over naught. The moral of this mishap is to not exaggerate over unseen bumps on the head and don’t believe everything you’re told by an uninformed chicken, which if you do listen to a chicken, you will go in to a delusional state of being.

     [ Jacob’s Last Words to His Sons ] And Jacob called his sons and said, “Gather together, that I may tell you what shall befall you in the last days: Genesis 49:1 (KNJV)


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