“True freedom comes when we abandon the nest and pursue God.” That is the conclusion I came to when I read Joyce Meyer’s account of the eagle as it relates to spiritual experience. The story of the eagle has been used many times as a metaphor of our relationship with God. At the expense of sounding redundant, I had to write about Joyce Meyer’s account in her book Never Give up.
First of all, the book title says a lot. It is a true conqueror who refuses to surrender. I wondered to myself if I had given up on some things a little too quickly. Perhaps I had ceased to take possession of what was supposed to be mine. Nevertheless, I found myself reading this book and seeing into myself at the same time. I found that there is a level of existence that can belong to every Christian. Joyce Meyer described
it like this: Male eagles develop a certain sense of uneasiness around the age of 4. The eagle then leaves his nest in search of a mate. When he finds a suitable mate, he pursues her in a form of courtship. The female tests the male’s devotion through various tests. She drops different things from different heights and watches as the male eagerly dives after them. Last of all, the female dives herself. The male is so set on being with her that he locks talons with her and they fall together. The male does not consider his safety or the results of his actions. He is so determined to pursue his mate that he thinks of nothing else.
I wondered to myself; what would happen if I pursued God like the male eagle pursued his mate? What if I forgot to be afraid? What if I let go and just let God completely take over? Looking at the eagle again, he gained a life partner when he gave everything to get her. I want to pursue God like that. I don’t want to think about my ability to mess up even the simplest of tasks or about my foot-in-mouth syndrome (the sickness where you say one thing but it comes out as something completely different). There are times when I do let go completely, but there are also times when I stop the production of God. I yell “cut” when I am not even directing. I pause to catch my breath instead of pressing forward. I analyze and plan and come up with so many reasons why things can’t happen. So, as I theorize, analyze, synthesize, and strategize, God is probably watching me and yawning and wondering when I am just going to play my part and let Him worry about the rest of the film.


