A chicken's wings are useless for flying. Watching a chicken expend all its energy to fly up to its roost quickly affirms that. But a mother hen's wings serve a very practical and important function: protection. When danger approaches, either from an overhead hawk or a menacing noise from the brush, the mother hen clucks, spreads her wings and her chicks run under them for cover. A cute little riddle sums this up nicely:
There's a queer little house that stands in the sun. When the mother calls, the children all run, And under the roof it is cozy and warm,
I am so happy to see you this morning. How are you? (children may respond)
Let's play a game I call “Lost and Found.” Okay? (children respond)
(presenter role plays) Uh, oh, I lost something for today's message. Hmm, I wonder where it could be. It's a box like this. (shows approximate dimensions) (instruct the children to look around the immediate area) (then presenter or child finds it)
Since the Fourth Sunday in Lent has been historically identified as Laetare (Rejoicing Sunday), it is most appropriate that the lessons collectively testify to a theme for which we can rejoice — God saves us by his grace!
In this familiar and well-loved story of the Prodigal Son, I often wonder what happened to the mother of the family. She's totally ignored. So are any daughters. It seems like a completely male stronghold. So much so that I wonder whether perhaps the mother had died some years previously, and that was the cause of much of the unhappiness displayed by both the father and the sons. Or whether the father was such a domineering character that his wife played no real part in family life, but simply bowed her head in compliance with all his wishes, no matter how extreme they were.