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A Native American Story Illustrating our Ministry Vision  One day a baby Eagle accidentally fell from his mother's nest. The fall did not kill, but he was badly hurt...and was easy prey! But then a kindly mother Prairie Chicken happened by, took pity on the wounded Eagle, and carried him back to her home to nurse him back to health. Now it took a long time for the Eaglet to heal, so he grew up with his Prairie Chicken brothers and sisters. Like them, he learned to run around on his two legs and peck in the dirt for seeds and grubs - though they never really satisfied him. Every once in a while, the young Eagle would look skyward and see these magnificent birds, soaring the heavens with their great outstretched wings - "Oh how I wish I could fly like them," the Eagle would think wistfully to himself. Something within seemed to draw him to the skies. But then he'd think with a sigh, "But alas, I am only a Prairie Chicken, and that's all I'll ever be." And he'd lower his head and go back to running around on his two legs and pecking in the dirt for seeds and grubs. Well, the days went by, month after month, year after year, and the Eagle finally grew old and died, never having spread his great wings to soar the heavens as his Creator had intended. | We believe our Creator intends for us to be Eagles, not Prairie Chickens. We are meant to become all that God wants for us to be in a fulfilling and happy life. | We are meant to soar above the debilitating restraints of addictions, the effects of past abuse, and the limitations of having anything less than the fullness of God's Spirit living within us. |
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