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『他們必如鷹展翅上騰。』（賽四十章三十一節）
相傳有一個寓言，說鳥類最初被造的時候，是沒有翅膀的。上帝將翅膀造好了放在牠們面前，對牠們說；『來，戴起這些翅膀來。』
那時的鳥類也有豐美的羽毛和悅耳的歌喉；牠們能唱幽揚的樂歌，牠們的羽毛能在日光下放光，只是牠們不能翱翔空中。上帝吩咐牠們戴起翅膀來，安在肩頭上。
起初，肩頭上的擔子似乎很重，背著也很費力，但是不一會，牠們將翅膀展開，察覺了利用翅膀的方法，於是就能高飛空中。啊，重擔變成了翅膀！
讀者，這是一個比喻。我們就是那些無翅的小鳥，我們的工作和職務是上帝替我們預備帶領我們飛向天的翅膀。我們也會望著我們面前的重擔畏縮；但是只要我們一挑起那擔子來，重擔便會變成我們的翅膀；藉著它們我們便能飛向上帝去。
如果我們高高興興地用愛心擔起一切重擔來，我告訴你，沒有一件重擔不能變成我們的福祉。上帝原命定我們的工作來做我們的幫助；所以讀者啊，拒絕一個重擔，就是拒絕一個新的生機。－密勒（J/R.Miller）
凡是上帝親手繫在我們肩頭上的重擔，無論怎樣沉重，都是可喜愛的。－費勃爾(F.W.Faber)
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"They snall mount up with wings as eagles." (Isa. 40:31.)
There is a fable about the way the birds got their wings at the beginning. They were first made without wings. Then God made the wings and put them down before the wingless birds and said to them, "Come, take up these burdens and bear them."
The birds had lovely plumage and sweet voices; they could sing, and their feathers gleamed in the sunshine, but they could not soar in the air. They hesitated at first when bidden to take up the burdens that lay at their feet, but soon they obeyed, and taking up the wings in their beaks, laid them on their shoulders to carry them.
For a little while the load seemed heavy and hard to bear, but presently, as they went on carrying the burdens, folding them over their hearts, the wings grew fast to their little bodies, and soon they discovered how to use them, and were lifted by them up into the air─the weights became wings.
It is a parable. We are the wingless birds, and our duties and tasks are the pinions God has made to lift us up and carry us heavenward. We look at our burdens and heavy loads, and shrink from them; but as we lift them and bind them about our hearts, they become wings, and on them we rise and soar toward God.
There is no burden which, if we lift it cheerfully and bear it with love in our hearts, will not become a blessing to us. God means our tasks to be our helpers; to refuse to bend our shoulders to receive a load, is to decline a new opportunity for growth. --- J. R. Miller.
Blessed is any weight, however overwhelming, which God has been so good as to fasten with his own hand upon our shoulders. --- F. W. Faber.
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