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		<title>A Story &#8211; The Great Price of Redemption</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[**God’s Grace*** 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 [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>**God’s Grace***</p>
<p>There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New<br />
England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a<br />
rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit.</p>
<p>Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak…</p>
<p>“I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming<br />
toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three<br />
little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright.</p>
<p>I stopped the lad and asked, “What do you have there, son?”<br />
“Just some old birds,” came the reply.</p>
<p>“What are you going to do with them?” I asked.<br />
“Take ‘em home and have fun with ‘em,” he answered. “I’m gonna tease<br />
‘em and pull out their feathers to make ‘em fight. I’m gonna have a real<br />
good time.”</p>
<p>“But you’ll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do<br />
then?”</p>
<p>“Oh, I got some cats,” said the little boy. “They like birds. I’ll take<br />
‘em to them.”</p>
<p>The pastor was silent for a moment. “How much do you want for those<br />
birds, son?”</p>
<p>“Huh?? !!! Why, you don’t want them birds, mister. They’re just plain<br />
old field birds. They don’t sing. They ain’t even pretty!”</p>
<p>“How much?” the pastor asked again. The boy sized up the pastor as if<br />
he were crazy and said, “$10?”</p>
<p>The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He<br />
placed it in the boy’s hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor<br />
picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where<br />
there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the<br />
door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting<br />
them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and<br />
then the pastor began to tell this story:</p>
<p>One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just<br />
come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. “Yes,<br />
sir, I just caught a world full of people down there. Set me a trap,<br />
used bait I knew they couldn’t resist. Got ‘em all!”</p>
<p>“What are you going to do with them?” Jesus asked.</p>
<p>Satan replied, “Oh, I’m gonna have fun! I’m gonna teach them how to<br />
marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to<br />
drink and smoke and curse. I’m gonna teach them how to invent guns and<br />
bombs and kill each other. I’m really gonna have fun!”</p>
<p>“And what will you do when you are done with them?” Jesus asked. “Oh,<br />
I’ll kill ‘em,” Satan glared proudly.</p>
<p>“How much do you want for them?” Jesus asked.</p>
<p>“Oh, you don’t want those people. They ain’t no good. Why, you’ll take<br />
them and they’ll just hate you.. They’ll spit on you, curse you and kill<br />
you. You don’t want those people!!”</p>
<p>“How much? He asked again.<br />
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, “All your blood, tears and your<br />
life.”</p>
<p>Jesus said, “DONE!” Then He paid the price.</p>
<p>The pastor picked up the cage and walked from the pulpit.</p>
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