Once there were some healthy, happy, and active birds. These birds were domesticated; they were hatched in a cage and they lived in a cage. They still retained the spirit of all birds--they loved to fly and perform feats that only birds can do. They lived in a large cage. The cage was in a field with a lot of other cages in which other birds lived. All the birds were dependent upon humans to feed them and give them drink. One thing they could do themselves--they could fly.
No human could do that. That was strictly for the birds.
They would fly up to the top of the cage and then sweep down to the bottom. They would play tag with each other, come back to their perch to rest, and then, off again. This was wonderful bird life.
Some of the cages were different sizes. There were some very large ones, and there were some smaller ones.
Sometimes it didn’t seem quite fair that there should be these differences. Most of the birds accepted their cage as being their lot in life. They never really considered anything other than their own immediate surrounding. Generally speaking, they were a fairly contented bunch of birds.
Occasionally some bird would start thinking and disrupt the place. One day there was a bird that started to think. He was just thinking about being a bird and doing things that only birds can do. He would stretch his wings, shake them up and down a few times, and take off. The excitement of flying filled him through and through. He would mount up to the limits of his cage and zoom down--oh, it was wonderful! One day this bird who loved to fly lit on a perch away up toward the top of his cage. This was about as high as he could go. Before, he would always look down, pick a spot on the ground, dive down, and see how close he could set down. But this day, he looked up. He spotted a little speck, way high in the sky, much higher than he had ever been before. He looked very intently and saw that it was another bird like himself--but, great jumping pinfeathers, this one was flying high! Furthermore, this looked like a new kind of flying. This bird in the sky was drifting around in big lazy eights, just twitching his wings occasionally for balance. The power that moved him was obviously coming from some other place. How was that bird flying? This called for some investigation! The bird in the cage watched and watched. That bird in the sky was really flying. By studying his action closely, the caged bird figured he could do it too, and so he tried. He launched himself into the air, stretched his wings, and glided. There was something lacking; he wasn’t being sustained. He reached the ground just as quickly as always.
He had glided in this fashion many times before; this was nothing new. He flapped his wings, gained altitude, and returned to his perch.
Once there he looked up and saw the bird that was still soaring around. As he watched, the bird in the sky folded his wings and plummeted toward the earth. Soon he opened his wings and started soaring. The puzzling thing was that not only did he maintain his altitude--he actually gained! This was indeed something new.
For the rest of the day, the bird in the cage puzzled over what he had seen. He tried and tried to duplicate the feat, but no matter how he tried, he could never maintain altitude, let alone gain it. If he wanted to fly high, he had to use his wings. He went to his perch that night and for the first time in his life felt that something was lacking.
The next day he talked the matter over with some of the other birds around there. Some of them laughed and said he was imagining things. Others said that wishing for things like that would just kill the joy for what he had--better forget it. There were some that had noticed this same thing but hadn’t given it much thought. The end result of all this was that a small group decided to stay together and do some bird watching. It was true: There were birds out there that could fly in a different fashion than any of the birds in the cage. They all tried to emulate the birds in the sky, but it was no go--something wasn’t right.
There were some in this small group of birds who gave up after a few unsuccessful attempts, but there were others that would not be denied. Here was a kind of flying that they didn’t know about, and they were determined to find out all they could. They talked with some of the old birds that had been around the cage all their lives but found that they couldn’t learn much from them. The only thing to do was to attract the attention of some bird from the outside and see what he had to say.
One afternoon they did just that. The information they received was somewhat hard to believe. The outside bird said that all he did was to face the wind, stretch his wings, and that was it. There was a force that caught him and bore him up. Sometimes he could stay for hours over a certain spot, just soaring around. Then there were other times that he would have to move because this condition that held him up would move. In other words, if he wanted to be held up by this force, he had to be willing to move with the wind. This was sheer fantasy to the birds in the cage--an unseen force holding them up? A bird stayed up because he flapped his wings--that’s why! They had been flying all their life, and they had not experienced anything like this.
Wind--certainly they knew what wind was. The wind would blow through their cage every once in awhile. It didn’t help flying, it made it more difficult. It was gusty, one couldn’t depend on it. These birds in the cage would much rather have a good calm day; then they could fly the way they were accustomed and not have any difficulties.
The bird from the sky felt quite sorry for his caged friends. “Look,” he said, “You can’t find the right conditions as long as you are in a cage. Come with me and I’ll show you what I mean.” Some of the older birds just gave up at that.
Leave the cage? That was unheard of! The cage was your home; it surrounded you on all sides.
Some of the more venturesome birds decided to give it a try and began searching for a way out. They finally found a spot where, if they were willing to get their feathers ruffled a bit, they could get through. “Wait a minute, fellows,” one of the birds said. “What about food and water if we go out there?” This was a new thought. They turned to their new friend, the bird from the outside, and asked him. “There are provisions for birds wherever you look,” he said. “Food and water are not SERVED to you--you have to go find it, but it’s PROVIDED for you.” There were some of the birds that didn’t want to take this risk. They would just as soon be sure of what they had.
What if you were hungry and couldn’t find any food? Suppose you were thirsty and couldn’t find water? After all, that’s a pretty big risk to take just to be able to fly in a new way. Suppose this wind on the outside made things as rough as it did on the inside? Suppose this bird from the outside isn’t telling the truth? These were sobering questions. There was no answer to these supposes. The bird that started all this fuss made his stand: “Look fellows,” he said, “Other birds just like ourselves live on the outside; they’re healthy and you have to admit that none of us can fly like some of these birds from outside. I think that if I get out there, I can fly like that too, and I aim to find out. As far as food is concerned--well, they’re alive and they don’t look underfed. I’m going to leave this cage, and I think I’ll learn something new. How about it--will you come with me?” He waited a minute, but no one stepped forward. One of them said, “Let me know how you make out.” A few wished him luck, but that was all.
The decision was made; the time for action had arrived. The bird that started all this business began squirming his way out. The opening wasn’t very large; several times he almost got stuck, but he made it. Once on the outside, he ruffled his feathers, shook himself, and said to his new friend, “Let’s go.” So, off they flew.
They found the wind and it bore them up. This was new freedom! The exhilaration of flying in the cage was nothing compared to this; there was no limit here! Up and up he went. The cage that had been his home became smaller and smaller. What an amazing view he had from up here. The cage that he thought had been his whole world was revealed to him for just what it was--a cage that limited him and took away his freedom. It was such a small thing when viewed from up here. Those poor birds, what a small world they lived in! On and on he flew. He learned to be sensitive to the wind. His outstretched wings soon learned to feel every little change of the wind. He learned not to fight against it, but to yield to it, and it carried him along. He lived with the wind.
Soon he was very far away from the cage that had been his home, but he didn’t care. He could see new things from up here. It was true, birds had been provided for. There was a pond of water off to the right, and beyond that a green field, then a little to the left of that there were some fine trees where a bird could nest. No doubt about it--this was a full life.
He soon found that when he got too close to the earth he couldn’t see very far; his sight was limited and he couldn’t find his provisions. Then he would think of the humans who fed him. He soon learned that this was silly thinking. All he had to do was stretch his wings, fly up, and find the wind. Then he would be carried higher and higher. It wasn’t much of a problem to find food when you were riding high with the wind. A bird had time to look around then. It was a comfortable feeling to be carried up by the wind. It seemed to him that he was made for the wind. There was a completeness now that was impossible to find in the cage. He was free! So you see, once a bird starts thinking for himself and exercises a little faith; he can break out of his cage and fly pretty high. It’s only then that he gets a true perspective of things as they REALLY ARE. When a bird “rides the wind,” he’s found the place of rest that his Creator has provided for him. He is living the way he was intended to live. A bird wasn’t meant to live in a cage; he was made to fly high, and “ride the wind.” Man wasn’t meant to be caged with material thinking; he was made for the “rushing mighty Wind” of God’s Spirit. He was meant to ride the wind and be lifted up by it. It is the “rest” that God has provided for him. So, when a man starts thinking, and DARES to believe the Words of Jesus and shakes himself loose from the “CAGE” of tradition that limits him, he can fly, too. He can fly high and see that he too has been provided for. He has found his element, so he has entered into his rest. He has found his completeness; he is “riding the Wind of God,” and he is free!