Saturday, September 18, 2021
God Inspirational Reflection

Free in Christ

I recently read a sermon talking about what being free in Christ meant.  The most powerful part of the sermon was the closing illustration.  From what I could find, the source of the story is in dispute, so I will just post it here saying that I did not write this and I don’t know for sure who did.  Enjoy!

 

Bird Cage

 

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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 birdcage, 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 birdcage.  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.  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.  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 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.

“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.  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.”

“How much do you want for them?”

“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?”

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, “All your tears, and all your blood.”

So Jesus paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage, opened the door and walked from the pulpit.

Faith Blum
<p>I am Faith Blum, author of over 25 books. Most of them are Christian Historical Fiction. I am a small-town Wisconsin girl. I have lived in, or outside of, small towns my whole life. The thought of living in a city with more than 60,000 people in it scares me, especially after some interesting adventures driving through big cities like Minneapolis and St. Paul, Minnesota.</p> <p>I currently reside in the middle of the state of Wisconsin with my husband and our cat, Smokey. I am blessed to be able to have writing as my full-time career with household work and cooking to do on the side. I am also teaching Writing Lessons, doing writing consulting, and am slowly building a Young Living Essential Oils business.</p>
https://www.faithblum.com

0 thoughts on “Free in Christ

  1. Wow! Really neat story, and what a true ending! Jesus really did love us like that.
    Amazing.
    Thanks for sharing that, Faith!

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