I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it
because of the title? 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 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.
