A man was on the side of the road with a large birdcage. A boy noticed that the cage was full of birds of many kinds.

"Where did you get those birds?" he asked.

"Oh, all over the place," the man replied. "I lure them with crumbs, pretend I'm their friend then when they are close, I net them and shove them into my cage."

"And what are you going to do with them now?"

The man grinned, "I'm going to prod them with sticks, and get them really mad so they fight and kill each other. Those that survive, I will kill. None will escape."

The boy looked steadily at the man. What made him do such things? He looked into the cruel, hard eyes. Then he looked at the birds, defenseless, without hope.

"Can I buy those birds?" the boy asked.

The man hid a smile, aware that he could be on to a good thing if he played his cards right. "Well," he said hesitantly, "The cage is pretty expensive, and I spent a lot of time collecting these birds, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll let you have the whole lot; birds and cage, all for fifty dollars, and that jacket you're wearing."

The boy paused; fifty dollars was all he had, and the jacket was new and very special, in fact it was his prized possession. Slowly, he took out the fifty dollars and handed it over, then even more slowly he took off his jacket, gave it one last look then handed that over too.

And then, well, you've guessed it, the boy opened the door and let the birds go free.

End Of Story?

Lets See!


The Enemy of the world, Satan, was on the side of life's road with a very large cage. The man coming towards him noticed that it was crammed full of people of every kind. Young and old, tall and short and from every race and nation.

"Where did you get these people?" the man asked.

"Oh, from all over the world," Satan replied. "I lure them with drink, drugs, lust, lies, anger, hate, love of money and all manner of things. I pretend I'm their friend, out to show them a good time, then when I've hooked them, into the cage they go."

"And what are you going to do with them now?" asked the man.

Satan grinned. "I'm going to prod them, provoke them, get them to hate and destroy each other; I'll stir up racial hatred, defiance of law and order; I'll make them bored, lonely, dissatisfied, confused and restless. I'll fill them with regret, guilt, and remorse. I'll teach them that forgiveness and compassion are for losers, and I'll convince them that their sins are far too bad to be forgiven. I will be relentless in my quest to get them to believe that God no longer loves them and that he has abandoned them. It's easy. People will always listen to what I offer them and what's even better, they'll blame God for the outcome!"

"And then what?" the man asked.

"Those who do not destroy themselves, I will destroy. None will escape me."

The man stepped forward. "Can I buy these people from you?" he asked.

Satan snarled viciously, "Yes, but it will cost you your life!"

So the man talking to satan, his name being Jesus Christ, who just so happened to be the Son of God, paid for your release, and your freedom from Satan's trap, with His own life, on that cross at Calvary.

The door to your cage is now wide open. Anyone whom Satan has deceived and caged can now be set free.

More Stories

The Second Mile:
Information Please:
The Cracked Pot:
In The Beginning:
The Stone Cutter:
The Archer And The Arrow:
Saving Souls One At A Time:
Sleeping Through The Storm:
Strength And Weakness:
The Window:
The Baker And The Farmer:
The Final Exam:
Table For Two:
The Archive Room Of Life:
Small Wooden People:
The Little Dog:
You Only Have To Please God:
The Glasses:
The Trial:
The hut:
The thief:
A cute little puzzle: Can you find the hidden books of the Bible
The three trees:
Main Page:
The Guest:
The Mush God:
The Abortion Monster:
Godly Poems by Sharon:
A Unique Speck:
Where is God when bad things happen:
Do you believe in the birdies:
Are you mad at someone?:
If you are an animal lover, be prepared to cry:
The dogfight:
A Soldier comes home:
Have you ever seen an angel?:
The big brother:
True love:
What God will and will not ask you:

bob wells

This page has been visited times.