A One Talent Rooster

I have always loved the sound of a rooster crowing in the morning.  Their lively sounds wake up the morning like nothing else.  Now where I live roosters and chickens and farm animals are not allowed to be kept, but one short road away from our neighborhood are homes on five to ten acre lots where you can keep horses and donkeys and chickens and roosters if you want to.  So within sound of us there is someone who has a rooster who welcomes the sun each day.  It is a rare morning that I am out walking that I do not hear him.  For several years I have listened to him and never saw him.  In my mind I thought that he was super large and probably one of those beautiful multi-colored roosters with a big, red comb, but I had never seen him.

Recently, though, I just happened to be on his street when he was out strutting and waking folks up.  I heard the cock-a-doodle-doo and I began to look up toward the house where it was coming from, but I didn’t see anything at first and then I spotted out in a wooded area just to the side of the house a medium to small-medium sized rooster who was all white.  I really was just shocked that he wasn’t anything like I expected.  So I walked over there toward where he was.  He wasn’t frightened and didn’t run away but kept on pecking food and still, occasionally, singing his morning praises.

When I got close enough to him, I told him that I lived right near there and had for a long time enjoyed his morning serenade.  He looked at me like I was a little bit off, but I just wanted him to know how much I appreciated him.  Just to try to find out more about him, I asked him where he was from.  He was polite but said, “I don’t know.  I was just hatched out one day and actually don’t know who my mother or my dad were.”  I thought how sad.  Then I asked where he went to school.  “I never graduated from high school,” he said, “but I did go back and get my GED.”  I said, “Well, that’s great.”  He crowed again, pecked some more and I was about to run out of conversation with this guy anyway.  Before I left I just wanted to affirm the guy and my appreciation of him and so I said, “I really do enjoy hearing you crow every morning, and I always enjoy it when your sounds pierce the early dawn’s arrival.”  He looked at me strange again and said, “I’m just doing what I was created to do,” and he pecked a couple of more times and cock-a-doodle-dooed and I realized he really didn’t want to talk to me anymore so I walked on.

As I walked, his crowing became more faint as I was thinking about Jesus’ parable of the talents in Matthew 25.  He told about three servants who were called by the master and were given gifts from the master and then he left.  One was given five talents, one two, and one was given only one.  You remember the story, for time passed and later the master came back and called the servants to give an accounting of what they had done with what he had given them.  “Oh,” the five talent guy said, “I’ve got five additional talents.”  The two talent guy likewise had doubled, but the guy with one talent did nothing but go and hide it and did not use his talent.  The master was upset and angry because he had not done anything with what the master had given him.  I thought about my rooster buddy who with little or no family support and not much education, just simply did what God had created him to do and day after day had been a blessing to my life.  A one talent rooster had blessed me.  There are some valuable lessons God’s people could learn if they would just listen to that rooster.

One, when you do what you’re created to do it will be a blessing.  It really does not matter if you have one talent or five or ten or some people I’ve known who have every blessing and talent in the world it seems, but if you do what you were created to do, you will bless people’s lives.  I thought that probably the poor old rooster didn’t have the sense to do what a lot of God’s people do and that is instead of doing what they’re created to do, they make a long list of all the things they cannot do.  Apparently they think that that justifies them for not doing anything with the one or two gifts that the master has given them.

A second great truth is that if you do what God created you to do, you will bless people’s lives and you will not even know it.  For years that little old rooster has been doing my heart good and I had never seen him, never met him, never talked to him, never thanked him, but he had announced the coming of the sunrise hundreds of times for me and he never knew what joy he always brought to my heart.  Hardly a day goes by that somebody, maybe arm’s length or miles away, doesn’t do something that just absolutely makes my day or shapes my week and they don’t even know it.  Often, all they did was something that God had created them for and in so doing were such a blessing.

The third great truth is that if you do not do what you were created to do, a lot of people will miss the blessing and most of all you or I will not honor the One who has created us.  In so many of our churches there are opportunities of service that are missed, not just by the person who doesn’t respond but by everyone in the family of faith because someone assumes that their one talent doesn’t make any difference.  Wrong, wrong, wrong.  There are children that would be blessed by your teaching and there are multitudes of people who would enjoy hearing your song.  There are people around the world that would be blessed by your giving and people you do not even know whose life would be brightened by your smile.  It is not that you have great talent, it is the fact that you would simply do what God created you to do.

So this week if you happen to hear a rooster, don’t first and foremost think of Simon Peter’s denials of Jesus, but rather think of my rooster friend who day after day blesses his entire part of the world because a one talent rooster is willing to do what he was created for.  Then let’s you and I go and do the same.

The author can be contacted at directions@mbcb.org.

Jim Futral
Executive Director-Treasurer