Jesus Paid the Price
There are no costs, but wonderful
rewards... GOD BLESS!
May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills,
nothing will...this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed
as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this
without reading it because of the title on it?
There once was a man named George Thomas, 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. 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?"
"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 wit! h 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 your
life."
Jesus said, "DONE!"
Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the
pulpit.
Notes: 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 someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow
Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).
Isn't it funny how y! ou 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 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 peoplethink of me
than what God thinks of me.
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