Securely tucked between two mountain ranges there was a slightly aging two story house which was not at all impressive. There was no running water and the only heat that was available to the family inside was a stovepipe running straight up the two stories. The pipe was hot so everyone knew well enough to not approach it.
In order to raise a family the Dad arranged to raise chickens. Everyone had to take their turn feeding the chickens and gathering the eggs. No one was exempt. Farm life was constant work. If it weren’t the chickens, it was the ravenous pigs. If not that, the cows were bulging with milk, and needed relief. No procrastinating on the farm. It was often said that idle hands were the devil’s playground. Heaven knows there was little time for that.
One day while one of the young daughter’s was about to enter the chicken house, she thought she heard a voice. Now she had heard about the little Samuel in the Bible. Surely she, a little farm girl, was not near as worthy as Samuel. She walked on beginning to throw the grain mixture left and right for the chickens to devour before it almost hit straw laden ground. As she was about to slam the chicken door shut, she heard the voice again. Of well she thought, what if it were God, and she didn’t answer? If she did answer, and it weren’t Him, surely He would forgive her.
Her goes, God, y-e-s, are you talking to me?
Suddenly in a still small voice, she heard Him say, “Yes, you hear me. I want to tell you that someday I will have you feed my people the way you are feeding these chickens, but with words that I will give you. The words will be easy. They will not be difficult. You will use what you are doing now to teach of Me. Go and gather and I’ll explain.”
Into the row of chicken nests the girl went. As she placed her hand under the first hen, she was quite shocked as at the viciousness of the hen. This monster’s beak with its woodpecker approach to her hand left her stunned.
The Lord interrupted her self-pity. “Child you forgot to wait for instructions. Cover your hand before reaching in. When you get older remember this, cover yourself daily in prayer. There are many monsters lurking outside and you’ll need Me. Now, pull that coat sleeve over your hand and quickly reach in and retrieve the egg. The girl quickly finished the job.
Next she noticed as she peered into her basket that some eggs were as white as snow and others seemed to have taken a dive in dung. Disgusting, she thought.The girl questioned God, “How about I just throw the bad ones away?” A booming voice answered, “No you can’t.” Lowing His voice, he said, “Just clean them up. I do that all the time with people. All they have to do is ask, and I clean them up so fast they don’t even know what happened. In fact, they are amazed at their transformation. Of course, I’m not. I knew they were fantastic under all that fowl smell and dirtiness of sin. I know
the talents of my children, and my children are the greatest!! I cause them to shine! Now stand up! I see a little dab on you , and its called fear. Good, now it is gone. Go clean those eggs!”
“What’s next? inquired the girl.
God said, “Hold each egg up to the light. What do you see?”
The girl did as she was told and was surprised to see that she could see clearly the inside all the eggs but one. She asked, “God what is wrong with this one. It is has a black shadow in it? What is that?
“ God said, “It is rotten, throw it away.”
“What lesson am I to learn from this?”
“Child this one represents all those people on earth who chose not to get cleaned up. I stand daily and beg each of them to come to me. I never want to give up, NEVER, but there will come a day, just like it did for this rotten egg. I will never see them again. I will never cry over them again. I will never for I really wanted to get to know them.”