Wings

It has always bothered me that the 2nd verse of "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" announces Jesus has ris'n with healing in his wings because Jesus doesn't have wings, especially big, feathery Renaissance painting ones.

Then I read Malachi 4:2, shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings. *furrowed brows* Seriously, Bible, Jesus doesn't have wings.

As I was driving to my massage Thursday morning Mary's five French hens had escaped through her gate and were pecking in the front yard. It hit me. CHICKEN WINGS! Of course! I was missing it all along.

Matthew 23:37, How often would I have gathered (thee) even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings.

What does Easter mean to me? It means healing. Because of the infinite Atonement there are infinite fixes under those wings. He can heal anything, fresh wounds or deep scars. He will heal anyone, saint or sinner. Mother hens love all their chicks.

He has risen! He has risen! And thanks to Gethsemane there is healing in those post-risen wings. You just have to crawl under them.

Sculpture by Angela Johnson (2010) located in the Thanksgiving Point Gardens.