So about Easter time every year my Dad took me over to Welp’s Hatchery. There in the hatchery was a brooder house. For you city slickers, that is where baby chickens are raised. Here’s another fact for you non-farmers. Baby chickens are called pullets. At any rate, within this brooder house was a sea of constant movement of yellow. The sound of chirping filled the air….those were very special days!
Then, what do you know, lo and behold on Easter morning, there were always colored baby chicken pullets in my Easter basket, not yellow, but orange, blue, and an assortment of many colors. I marveled how this could be.
After a while—a very short while—of playing with my gift, these pullets were unceremoniously ushered out to our brooder house on the farm. Did you know you can’t train a chicken to do any tricks?
Soon, those brightly colored pullets lost their luster as the dye wore away and new feathers grew in. Before long, there was no difference between the Easter chick and all the rest of the chickens. Failing those identifying marks, there was no emotional attachment to any pet chickens.
Well, today is Easter and as I reminisce about days gone by, I think of Jesus’ resurrection from the grave. Did He do that for you? Yes, He did!
Though seemingly lost in a sea of humanity, God recognizes you and calls you by name. Isaiah 43:1 says, “Don’t be afraid, for I have ransomed you; I have called you by name; you are Mine.”
God recognizes us even without any distinguishing markings. The question is, will you recognize Him when He calls out your name?
Christ is risen! He is risen indeed!
Love in Him,