Summary: Part 8 of study of Philippians
THE PASTOR’S POINTS
Bible Teaching Ministry of
CEDAR LODGE BAPTIST CHURCH
Dr. Russell Brownworth, Pastor
"Granny" Parker always had trouble with that rooster! Granny was in her mid-70’s when I met her. She’d lived all her life on just two farms -- her father’s, and the one she and her husband worked. She had given the two acres our church was built upon. She was a Godly woman who can "pray heaven down."
Like anyone, Granny has had her share of sorrows and pain. If you "set a spell" on the front porch she will talk with you all day about life, financial "doings" and the like. In all, her life has been ordinary and wonderful, hard work and family. A well-spent 80-odd years -- Until that rooster came! "Brother Russell, he’s mean as Satan, himself."
That was the first I’d heard about that rooster. It seems that this bird had decided that Granny didn’t belong in the yard with all "his" hens. Whenever she ventured too close to the hen house, he’d come flying at her with spurs thrashing and slashing. He got her a few times. I recall one Wednesday night in particular, Granny had just come into the church for Prayer Meeting. She was bleeding from her leg and arm. "Blame rooster done it again!" Had that bird been a human, he would’ve been arrested for disturbing the peace on Parker Road.
But, he was a rooster, so one afternoon, Granny ventured out the back door toward the hen house, calling, "Here chick-chick. Here, chick." The hens knew what that meant, and they all came on the dead run for chow. That old rooster came too. He was bent on protecting his territory, but he made a slight miscalculation. You see, over seventy years of handling problems, weather, crop failures, depression and stubborn barnyard animals, made Granny a formidable foe with a hoe. She watched out of the corner of her eye as that whirling-dervish of a rooster came squawking and flapping his wings, brandishing those spurs like Freddie Krueger.
At the last second, Granny "Make-My-Day" Parker side-stepped the leaping rooster and swung the hoe like a Ninja sword. R.I.P., bird! (I think he was in one of those casserole dishes the following Sunday at dinner on the grounds.)
We all have our roosters. We all have those irritating circumstances of life that disturb the peace. In police work a disturbing the peace call is known as a "Signal-22" It is a code that someone is disturbing the general welfare and state of the community.
In our personal lives a signal-22 can mean many things.
For some it is a job that just gets under the skin.
A neighbor that won’t respect your privacy.
A bully who is a grade or two ahead.
Maybe it’s traffic at rush hour.
Now, I do not suggest the "Granny Parker rooster method" for every circumstance. However, each problem needs to be confronted. Otherwise our peace is disturbed, and sometimes taken away altogether.
Therefore, my brothers, you whom I love and long for, my joy and crown, that is how you should stand firm in the Lord, dear friends! I plead with Euodia and I plead with Syntyche to agree with each other in the Lord. Yes, and I ask you, loyal yokefellow, help these women who have contended at my side in the cause of the gospel, along with Clement and the rest of my fellow workers, whose names are in the book of life. Phil 4:1-3 (NIV)