"I am sure it was the Lord that led me to church that day

"I am sure it was the Lord that led me to church that day. The sermon was all about the eagle stirring up her nest. The minister said that young eagles are timid and do not like to venture forth—are afraid to try their wings—and the old bird often stirs up her nest, and destroys her home entirely, if necessary, so that they shall learn to use their wings. And then, if they still refuse to make the attempt, the eagle pushes them off the high, rocky ledge and soars away, and pretends to forget them—flying upward until she is a mere speck in the blue sky. He told how the little eaglets, forced to use their wings, do the best they can to save themselves and to follow their mother. Apparently alone and forsaken, with the mother-bird far, far above them, they must fly or be beaten to death on the rocks! But let the wings of one of those eaglets begin to tremble with real weakness, and the bird begin to fall—swift as lightning the mother-bird darts down from her immense height, swoops under the little fledgling, and bears him up on her strong wings to herself. Forgotten? Not a bit of it! Only being taught the lesson necessary to its life."