Not so the eagles. No chicken yard could hold him. Put him in a cage and he will wither and die. He can only find happiness in the freedom of the uncovered heavens. There is lots of room where the eagles gather.
Truth flows like a mighty river.
No creeds, bylaws, or rigid statement of beliefs to separate the Body of Christ. Sweet fellowship with all who dwell in this place, and no divisive man-made boundaries exist. Heavenly worship, gifts of the Spirit, and glorious deliverances are the order of the day here. The time is at hand, the call is going forth. See the chickens, how they scurry about hunting for shelter when the storm breaks.