The Price HE paid.

God’s Grace

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. 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 do you have there, son?’

‘Just some old birds,’ came the reply.

‘What are you going to 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?’ he 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 theGarden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. “Yes, sir, I just caught a 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 bombs and kill each other. I’m really gonna have fun!”

“And what will you do when you are 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 blood, tears and your life.”

Jesus said, “DONE!” Then He paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage and walked from the pulpit.

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Published in: on March 20, 2011 at 9:28 am  Comments (6)  

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  1. Wow!! I dunno much about Christ (I am always in confusion about it)

    but that was a really very very great way of creating faith and telling about Christ!! Thanks for the post!!

    with warm regards
    http://becomingprince.blogspot.com

    • You’re very welcome. I have a strong faith and it’s a big part of my life. I owe everything I am and everything I will be to Christ! 🙂

  2. Jesus did pay the price for us. And we were as pitiful as those birds. Blessings to you, Destiny…

  3. I heard this story before but loved reading it again. I’m glad you shared it here. Thanks for visiting my blog today. I’m glad I checked out yours! Have a blessed day, Destiny!


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