I wrote this story about an ancient bird….
There is a mystical bird called a Phoenix.
This bird rises from pain into light.
Anyone can feel pain, but not everyone can be freed by that pain. As if suffering were the source of this bird’s salvation, this bird burns and burns and burns its earthy feathers away. For this bird, the sky isn’t high enough. The Phoenix must go through the sun to the other side where other Phoenix’s live.
For this to happen, this bird needs wings made of flames and a body made of ice.
For this to happen this bird must know that death is not the end but the answer to it’s prayers.
This bird has been alone for a very long time. Not knowing, not remembering – just thinking maybe it was a hawk like the hawks who raised it. Because of that the Phoenix, before it’s memory is kindled, is one of the darkest birds known to man.
You may ask how this bird finally remembers and enters the fire of salvation.
When all of its attempts at being a black hawk are exhausted. When failure and rejection become its friends. When it has nothing left but a little spark in its heart to depend upon for light. That is when it goes to where the fire began. And the more pain it feels, the longer it stays. Burning burning burning the lie that was forged from the start of this baby bird cracking out of an egg (that wasn’t even real) Into a world of gray skies and predators.
What the Phoenix was taught by them wasn’t true. This lonely little bird had nothing in this world to remind it of who it was meant to become. To find it’s way back to its home it would need to rise up from ashes created by its very own body and go into the heart of the sun.
Who can do that all alone? Who can kill everything they know with only a vague memory of faith?
The greatest bird ever born from the pit of death and suffering. That is who.
Because this mystical bird had no way to make light in the world of darkness but to offer its body to the hawks and give its heart to God.
For in the end, there was no difference.
And all the other Phoenix’s watched from a land beyond the sun- waiting for their ancient friend to fly through the portal and be free.
Which it eventually did, because that’s how every Phoenix is born- covered in a rainbow of flames.