For the Birds
There once was a man named George Thomas, a preacher in a small town.
One Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a an old bird cage and
set it on the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response,
the preacher began to speak:
I was walking home
through town yesterday when I saw a young boy swinging this old bird cage.
On the bottom of the cage were 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?"
"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,
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 bombs 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 blood, tears and
Jesus said, "DONE!"
Then He paid the price.