LOVE OF OUR FATHER ........
I feel many a times i am very possesive about many things . I donot know why but feel that's mine no one should touch mine . It is mine , he/she is my friend .. Here i came across a wonderful incidence where i feel i should share with you all .
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 thisbird 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 'him home and have fun with 'then," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'them and pull out their feathers to make 'them fight. I'm gonna have a realgood 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'lltake '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 justplain 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 ofthe 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! n of Eden n, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, usedbait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'them 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 tomarry 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 'them," 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 yourlife." Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked fromthe 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.
We are busy with worldly pleasures we have got and we forget many a times why GOD has shed his blood for us . A simple needle prick to our body or our love one's gets tears and pain to us . He gave everything for us ... We got to love him more than anything ...
3 comments:
Makes a lot of sense, sheela
God, in essence, we treat as a great supernatural power too, among those who are religious, we make offerings and offer respects but, to love god, is what we need to do, It`s something which we never end up doing.
I believe love of mankind and all nature, this life, this world of ours is itself love towards god.
Nice Post!, Pretty nice blog,
Regards,
Srijith
Thanks a lot and have a nice time ......
hiya ... really nice post ... and its true ... we forget the price that was paid so that we may live ... really is sad ... that everytime we mess up , its like we crucifying Him again ...
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