When we left church this morning, one of the men outside pointed over to the river and said there was a bald eagle over there. We looked and sure enough, one was flying over the river, sometimes diving down to the water. He was far enough away we couldn’t see what he was diving for, but presumed it was some kind of fish or food.
Eagles once were an endangered species and still aren’t back in that many numbers. However, it isn’t unusual to see them here in Kansas this time of year around rivers and bodies of water, even in town as we were (our church is in downtown Wichita).
The eagle has managed to become a symbol of everything good about America. Power, strength, grace and beauty are all part of it. Size undoubtedly plays a part in our associating the eagle with our nation. But the part I like best is the way the eagle is depicted on the Great Seal of the United States…with the olive branch in one (the right) talon. It has always been a mark of a great nation to work harder to wage peace as to make war. I pray that we will always be a nation that loves peace.
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