Ever hear of a lap chicken? Me, neither. But I met one this week.

“Betty” was born on a horse farm near Jacksonville, Florida. But somehow, this little chicken sustained an injury that left one leg broken. Unable to stand, she was vulnerable, having little hope for survival.

But Joslynn, a horse-riding high schooler with a heart for animals, noticed the chicken and began talking with the farmers. She explained how she had raised a chicken during the Covid pandemic—even taught it to hang onto the handlebars of her bicycle and go for a ride. Impressed, the farmers welcomed her offer of convalescent care for their broken bird.

Joslynn has nursed that chicken for a month. Long enough to observe that the thing has a personality! Example: Betty pecks and tweets if the family ignores her. And watching the way she interacts with people, you cannot help but conclude Betty loves to snuggle, eagerly nestling (or is that nesting?) into Joslynn’s lap. Hence the label, lap chicken.

For amusement, Joslynn bought a cat toy ball that jingles when moved. Betty actually bats (or is it beaks?) the ball back and forth with Joslynn. You have to see it to believe it.

But it's not all fun and games. Watching the little lame chicken flip on its side, vigorously flapping one wing to propel itself toward the food dish, is heartbreaking. That's why Joslynn's next move will be to create a custom-made wheelchair (with a PVC pipe frame and fabric) so Betty can practice standing on her feet. Hopefully, the thing will gain strength and eventually be able to stand up and walk.

Watching Joslynn’s kindness in action, I wondered how many of us would show that level of care to a chicken? More significantly, how many would extend that level of care to the broken people around us?

Today, every single one of us will pass by someone with a broken "wing."  Maybe it's a shattered dream, a crushed promise, or a broken heart. Such injuries are nearly invisible. Though hidden or intensely private, these lacerations of the soul are just as crippling as Betty's.

The question is, will we choose to notice these broken people? Will we value them, love them, and care for them? It doesn’t cost much. Maybe just a text or phone call. But couldn’t we—shouldn’t we—show the compassion of the Christ we claim to love?

Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience.  - Colossians 3:12