My husband’s grandmother passed this story along to me via email… and while you may have heard the story before, I think it bears repeating…
There once was a man named George Thomas, a preacher in a small Texas town. One 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, the Preacher 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 do you have there, son?” “Just some old birds,” came the reply. “What are you going to do with them?” I asked. Continue reading