“I don’t want to fly,” Cade cried, stomping his talons and glaring at his father, defiantly.
Noble looked down at his handsome, arrogant son with pity. This was not the first time that Cade had expressed disdain for the Creator’s plan for his life.
“Give me wisdom, Lord,” Noble prayed, as he attempted to reason with his son, one more time.
Noble raised his enormous wings and drew himself up to his full height. An older and wiser eagle would have been instantly intimidated by his imperious stature. His rebellious son, however, showed no fear. In his young life, Cade had only experienced the loving side of his father’s nature.
“All eaglets must learn to fly,” his father told him patiently. “Just look at your brother. Tru is younger than you, yet he has already mastered the skill beautifully.”
As if on cue, Tru glided gracefully past his proud father and pouting brother, saluting them with a tip of his wing. His brilliant, mahogany feathers shone in the morning light. The morning sky above their cliffside eyrie was a cloudless blue. The wind currents were perfect for a romp in the air. Tru was making the most of this beautiful day.
“I don’t want to fly,” Cade insisted. “I want to hop like my friend, Beau.”
“Beau is a rabbit. I have warned you about making friends with creatures that you will one day hunt,” his father said.
“I’m not going to hunt. I’m going to eat nuts and berries,” Cade replied, tilting his beak haughtily at his father.
“Listen, son,” Noble sighed. “Nuts and berries are fine for other species, but not for us. As eagles, we were made to fly and hunt and soar.”
“But, I don’t want to soar,” Cade declared. “I want to swim like the fish in the sea.”
Noble drew his wings behind his back and sighed heavily. He was weary of this conversation and Cade’s insubordinate attitude. Nothing he said had hit its mark with this obstinate, little eagle.
As Noble pondered a different approach, Tru swooped down and laid his morning catch at his father’s feet.
“Good work, my son,” Noble beamed, giving Tru an affectionate peck on the forehead. “This will make a fine lunch for us.”
“I’ll hunt for supper next. Why don’t you come along Cade?” Tru asked congenially.
“Leave me alone. Who do you think I am? Your keeper?” Cade shouted at his brother. Then, Cade turned on his father, filled with resentment.
“Tru has always been your favorite,” he accused. “I despise him.”
“Why are you so angry, Cade?” his father asked. “I love you both equally. If you would do well like your brother, would I not praise you also? Going your own way will only bring sin and grief and failure into your life. Heed my words, son, before it is too late.”
Noble’s heart sank as his older son strode obstinately away. Noble feared the murderous look that he had observed in Cade’s golden eyes.
“Cade’s willful actions are bound to bring a curse upon us all,” he muttered.
Suddenly, an ancient passage from the Bible came to Noble’s mind. He had heard the scripture as he glided over a church one day. The situation between the two brothers in the story mirrored the one between Cade and Tru.
And the Lord said, “The voice of your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground. So, now you are cursed…”
Instantly, Nobel flew into action. “No! Oh, God, no,” he cried, in anguish. Even as Noble soared away to find Cade, he saw Tru’s limp body spiraling down to the ground below.
The Scriptural model for this story can be found in Genesis, the fourth chapter. The actual Scriptural quotation is Genesis 4:12.
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