There once was a pastor in a small town. One Easter Sunday morning he comes to the Church carrying a rusty, bent old bird cage, and sat it by the pulpit. Several eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak.
“I was walking through town yesterday when saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, ‘What you got there son?’”
“Just some old birds,” came the reply.
“What are you going do with them?”, I asked.
“Take ‘em home and have fun with ‘em,” he answered, “I‘m gunna tease ‘em and pull out their feathers and make ‘em fight. I‘m gunna have a real good time.”
“But you’ll get tied of those birds sooner Or later, What will you do then?”
“Oh, I got some cats,” said the little boy. “They like birds. I’ll give ‘em to them.”
The pastor was silent for a moment “How much do you want for those birds son?”
“Huh??!! Why, you don’t want them birds, mister. There just old field birds. They don’t sing - they ain’t even pretty”
“How much?”, the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor and said, “$10?”
The Pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill.
He placed it in the boy’s hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the allay where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.
Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.
One day satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan was gloating and boasting as he ticked off his list “Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn’t resist. Got ‘em all.”
“What are you going to do with them?” Jesus asked.
Satan replied, “Oh, I‘m gunna have fun I‘m gunna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse I‘m gunna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other I‘m really gunna have fun!”
“And what will you do when you get done with them?” Jesus asked.
“Oh, I’ll kill ‘em,” Satan glared proudly.
“How much do you want for them?” Jesus asked.
“Oh, you don’t want those people. They ain’t no good why, you’ll take them and they’ll just hate you, they’ll spit on you, curse you and kill you! No, you don’t want those people!”
“How much?”, He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, “All your tears; and all your blood”
Jesus said, “DONE!” Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage opened the door and walked from the pulpit.
Why is it we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says?
Why is it you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?
Why is it, the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through Cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace?
Why is it I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me?
Why is it when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you’re not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.
God Bless You and Those You Love and all those little frighten birds caught in the cages of life.
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