Eagles

In North Vancouver a woman out walking her dog came upon a mass grave. Her dog lead her to the place where she found over 24 bald eagles who had been killed and had their tail feathers and talons removed. There is a market for these items - on the black market. In the Native culture eagles fly the highest and therefore reach the Creator. Sometimes the talons and tail feathers are an offering to the Creator on behalf of the people.

These glorious birds do fly high – the highest of almost any bird there is. They are symbols of freedom and power. This slaughter makes me, and many others sick. They will never soar again. Their beauty has been violated in this disgusting way and used for the profit of others.

How many people have had their soul mutilated and their wings to freedom clipped for the gain, glory or power of another? Their own “tail feathers and talons” have been removed so that their balance and ability to soar in the majesty of who they are as a person is gone. The wounds are so deep they can no longer stand tall, no longer reach out and take the high perch to view life in its wonder. Their ability to grasp and nurture and feed themselves, and others, with the beauty of life has been mangled.

We were designed to be eagles, to reach the highest places, come close to the Almighty. Brokenness has left us unable to rise up at all. But the Almighty, Yeshua, still sees us as the “eagles” we were created to be. Yeshua reaches down when we cannot rise up. You know how I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to myself. Yeshua comes to wrap the broken and wounded in those mighty wings and carry us to the place of healing, of restoring the broken tail feathers and talons. Each one is set free to wait for the wind, Ruach, open the heart, step out in faith and move, and rise up. Wounded eagles find a high rock, place their feet upon it, grasp it and stay in the sun waiting out the healing process.

Silence and solitude, and clinging to Abba, is the place I have found healing. Learning to wait there, listen to the whispers of Ruach, and trusting this healing process. Other “eagles” have encouraged me and modeled what it means to soar. They have stretched their wings over me and under the shadow is protection in the storm.

Yahweh thank you for the Rock that is a place to rest and heal. Let us know the movement of the wind of your Spirit. Let us be eagles for each other. Let us be aware of wounded eagles and be gentle with them as they are restored to freedom and flight again. Give us courage to not ignore your words for justice, mercy and faith.