What's it worth to YOU?
There once was
a man named George Thomas, a pastor in a small New England town. One Easter
Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage,
and set 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 I 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 gonna do with them?" I asked. "Take 'em home and have fun
with 'em," he answered. I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to
make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time." "But you'll get tired 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 take '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. They're just plain old
field birds. They don't sing-they ain't even pretty!" "How much?" the
pastor asked again. The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy 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 alley
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 had just come from the Garden of
Eden, and he
was gloating and boasting. "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 gonna have fun! I'm gonna 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 gonna teach them how to invent guns and bomb and kill each
other. I'm really gonna 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!! 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, he opened the door and he
walked from the pulpit.
Isn't it funny
how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's
going to hell. Isn't it funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but
question what the Bible says. Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to
heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the
Bible says. Or is it scary?
Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan
(who, by the way, also "believes" in God). Isn't it funny how 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. Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene
pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is
suppressed in the school and workplace. Isn't it funny how
someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday,
but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week. Are you laughing?
Isn't it funny how 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. Isn't it funny how I
can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks