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Sunday, March 26, 2006

lemme tell you guys a little story i read. cos im so tired! slept so late last night. attended SOMEONE's wedding with ka and est! WHOOTS. some last min event that est and i only knew about on fri night. yea. tired tired tired. so here' goes..

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 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 willyou do?"

"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."

The pastorwas 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'teven 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 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.

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 you 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 I can be more worried about what other people
think of me than what God thinks of me. Isnt it funny that God's stretches out his hand to people with Love, inviting them into his family, but people just turn away from his outstreched hand?


on a lighter note, haha, lots of things to be grateful and thankful for. (: my friendships, all of them. yuyu. (chaoahlian) BINNIE. ETHER. (ahlian wannabe gotta have ahlian name.) ka. SERVE MATES! CHURCHMATES! CHURCHMATES! CHURCHMATES! when bedok corner after church for lunch. was awesome-
i love gabrielle's voice, so- . and so the memories come flooding back.

YOUR SMILE ALWAYS BRIGHTENS MY DAY>




1:37 PM


im done