God’s grace

This is a forward I got. I thought it was a good example of what Jesus did for us.

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-up old birdcage,
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 
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 birdcage 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 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.

About Andrea

I am from Whitby, Ontario. I have lived in Romania for 9 years as a missionary but I am currently in Canada on a sabbatical break at this time. I have also lived in South Korea for a year and I have also been to Russia, Uganda, Albania and the Czech Republic on short-term mission trips. In 2012, God also gave me an amazing opportunity to go to Mozambique for the Harvest Mission School with Iris Ministries as well. I love children, reaching out to people who are in need and vulnerable, I have a passion to fight against the injustice issue of human trafficking and to simply share the love of Jesus wherever I go. I also love cats too and I have a cat of my own named Minnie!
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