KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace

2010-10-23 Thread John Martindale 
Yes, it was a shocker and I apologise for having a bad day down here and to
everyone, especially Mark L for violating the etiquette. I will endeavor to
restrain myself more in future. 



However, over the years I have been on this site have seen increasing
amounts of this sort of thing. In my view there is no place for religious
zealotry on this site. It would be easy for many of us to espouse our views
in this respect and clog up the system for good..but we don't.



Similarly I think it is inappropriate to introduce un-researched idealistic
design changes that have dangerous implications for any who may choose to
copy. There are numerous implications of drop tanks on stall, centre of
gravity, spar loading, side slip uncovering ports, venting, ground
clearance, drag and air flow over the flaps, ailerons and tail. I suspect
most of us are insufficiently qualified to even begin thinking about these
matters. There are many KRs flying and none need such tanks as far as I
know. So Craig, if you're going to do it please get expert advice and when
you have it come back and talk from a more learned base. I think you'll find
most will advise against it.



Folks, please talk about KR construction and not God or drop tanks on Sea
Furys..in other words stick to what is real and achievable. 



I would also like to thank those of you who have privately indicated support
for what I said.



John Martindale

29 Jane Circuit

Toormina NSW 2452

AUSTRALIA



ph: 61 2 6658 4767

mobile: 0403 432179

email: john_martind...@bigpond.com

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From: krnet-boun...@mylist.net [mailto:krnet-boun...@mylist.net] On Behalf
Of Craig Williams
Sent: Saturday, 23 October 2010 12:25 AM
To: KRnet
Subject: RE: KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace



Well that's not very nice.  Having a bad day down under are we?  LOL

--- On Fri, 10/22/10, John Martindale <john_martind...@bigpond.com> wrote:

From: John Martindale <john_martind...@bigpond.com>
Subject: RE: KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace
To: "'KRnet'" <kr...@mylist.net>
List-Post: krnet@list.krnet.org
Date: Friday, October 22, 2010, 11:41 AM

Piss off mate and the same to those who want to install drop tanks.



John Martindale

29 Jane Circuit

Toormina NSW 2452

AUSTRALIA



ph: 61 2 6658 4767

mobile: 0403 432179

email: john_martind...@bigpond.com

  _ 

From: krnet-boun...@mylist.net [mailto:krnet-boun...@mylist.net] On Behalf
Of Charles Burkholder
Sent: Wednesday, 20 October 2010 9:54 AM
To: KRnet
Subject: KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace
























God's Grace

What is mentioned here appears to be a
shame, but the message is very true. I hope you are all blessed by this
story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because
of the title.

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 do you
have there, son?"

"Just some old birds," came the reply.

"What are you going to 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 will you do then?"

"Oh, I've got some cats," said the little
boy. "They like birds. I'll take '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 just plain 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,"Ten dollars?"

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 all

KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace

2010-10-23 Thread Tim 
Right after you :-)

CldLk-Tim
Never Sucking-up

- Original Message - 
From: "Seibert Family" <car...@ptd.net>
To: "KRnet" <kr...@mylist.net>
Sent: Friday, October 22, 2010 8:10 AM
Subject: Re: KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace


Everyone ! READ the rules and do what they say PLEASE.  Or get off the 
forum. Sorry Mark for the outburst.


On 10/22/2010 9:58 AM, Hall, Rodney CTR NNSY, C210 wrote:
> How about we just get back to talking about airplanes.
> Rodney
>

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KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace

2010-10-22 Thread Seibert Family 
Everyone ! READ the rules and do what they say PLEASE.  Or get off the 
forum. Sorry Mark for the outburst.


On 10/22/2010 9:58 AM, Hall, Rodney CTR NNSY, C210 wrote:
> How about we just get back to talking about airplanes.
> Rodney
>

KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace

2010-10-22 Thread Hall, Rodney CTR NNSY, C210 
How can you have a bad day in Australia? The spring time is there with summer 
coming. I have heard all the women are beautiful and the men are manly. 
How about we just get back to talking about airplanes. Fake Drop Tanks might be 
a neat visual but you have to consider a few things like ground clearance and 
the need for redundant fuel pumps, extra weight, leakage etc. Good luck with 
the project though.

Rodney 

-Original Message-
From: krnet-boun...@mylist.net [mailto:krnet-boun...@mylist.net] On Behalf Of 
Craig Williams
Sent: Friday, October 22, 2010 9:25
To: KRnet
Subject: RE: KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace

Well that's not very nice.  Having a bad day down under are we?  LOL

--- On Fri, 10/22/10, John Martindale <john_martind...@bigpond.com> wrote:

From: John Martindale <john_martind...@bigpond.com>
Subject: RE: KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace
To: "'KRnet'" <kr...@mylist.net>
List-Post: krnet@list.krnet.org
Date: Friday, October 22, 2010, 11:41 AM

Piss off mate and the same to those who want to install drop tanks.



John Martindale

29 Jane Circuit

Toormina NSW 2452

AUSTRALIA



ph: 61 2 6658 4767

mobile: 0403 432179

email: john_martind...@bigpond.com

  _  

From: krnet-boun...@mylist.net [mailto:krnet-boun...@mylist.net] On Behalf Of 
Charles Burkholder
Sent: Wednesday, 20 October 2010 9:54 AM
To: KRnet
Subject: KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace
















                   
                   
                   
                   




                                God's Grace

                                What is mentioned here appears to be a shame, 
but the message is very true. I hope you are all blessed by this story. I 
wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title.

                                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 do you have 
there, son?"
                                
                                "Just some old birds," came the reply.

                                "What are you going to 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 will you do then?"
                                
                                "Oh, I've got some cats," said the little boy. 
"They like birds. I'll take '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 just plain 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,"Ten dollars?"
                                 
                                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.

                                So, that explained the empty bird cage on the 
pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell another 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 a 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 
go

KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace

2010-10-22 Thread Craig Williams 
Well that's not very nice.  Having a bad day down under are we?  LOL

--- On Fri, 10/22/10, John Martindale <john_martind...@bigpond.com> wrote:

From: John Martindale <john_martind...@bigpond.com>
Subject: RE: KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace
To: "'KRnet'" <kr...@mylist.net>
List-Post: krnet@list.krnet.org
Date: Friday, October 22, 2010, 11:41 AM

Piss off mate and the same to those who want to install drop tanks.



John Martindale

29 Jane Circuit

Toormina NSW 2452

AUSTRALIA



ph: 61 2 6658 4767

mobile: 0403 432179

email: john_martind...@bigpond.com

  _  

From: krnet-boun...@mylist.net [mailto:krnet-boun...@mylist.net] On Behalf
Of Charles Burkholder
Sent: Wednesday, 20 October 2010 9:54 AM
To: KRnet
Subject: KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace
















                   
                   
                   
                   




                                God's Grace

                                What is mentioned here appears to be a
shame, but the message is very true. I hope you are all blessed by this
story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because
of the title.

                                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 do you
have there, son?"
                                
                                "Just some old birds," came the reply.

                                "What are you going to 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 will you do then?"
                                
                                "Oh, I've got some cats," said the little
boy. "They like birds. I'll take '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 just plain 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,"Ten dollars?"
                                 
                                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.

                                So, that explained the empty bird cage on
the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell another 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 a 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 are 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 j

KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace

2010-10-22 Thread John Martindale 
Piss off mate and the same to those who want to install drop tanks.



John Martindale

29 Jane Circuit

Toormina NSW 2452

AUSTRALIA



ph: 61 2 6658 4767

mobile: 0403 432179

email: john_martind...@bigpond.com

  _  

From: krnet-boun...@mylist.net [mailto:krnet-boun...@mylist.net] On Behalf
Of Charles Burkholder
Sent: Wednesday, 20 October 2010 9:54 AM
To: KRnet
Subject: KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace
























God's Grace

What is mentioned here appears to be a
shame, but the message is very true. I hope you are all blessed by this
story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because
of the title.

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 do you
have there, son?"

"Just some old birds," came the reply.

"What are you going to 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 will you do then?"

"Oh, I've got some cats," said the little
boy. "They like birds. I'll take '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 just plain 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,"Ten dollars?"

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.

So, that explained the empty bird cage on
the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell another 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 a 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 are 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? Jesus asked again.

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your
blood, tears and your life."

Jesus said, "DONE!"

Then Jesus paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage and walked
from the pulpit.




I pray that everyone who sends this on, G

KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace

2010-10-20 Thread Robert Wood 
I for one like the story very much even if it has nothing to do with  
building a KR.
Bob Wood
On Oct 19, 2010, at 4:37 PM, Tony King wrote:

> Charles,
>
> I know there are people of strong religious persuasion who believe  
> it's
> their god given right and moral responsibility to share their faith  
> at every
> opportunity, even (or especially) with those who aren't  
> interested.  Your
> most recent contribution to this forum suggests you may be one of  
> those
> people.  You're perfectly entitled to your views, but this forum is  
> NOT the
> place and I for one strongly object.
>
> Tony King
> Queensland Australia
>
> On 20 October 2010 08:53, Charles Burkholder  
> wrote:
>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> - 
>> ---
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>God's Grace
>>
>>What is mentioned here appears to be a
>> shame, but the message is very true. I hope you are all blessed by  
>> this
>> story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading  
>> it because
>> of the title.
>>
>>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  
>> do you
>> have there, son?"
>>
>>"Just some old birds," came the reply.
>>
>>"What are you going to 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 will you do then?"
>>
>>"Oh, I've got some cats," said the  
>> little
>> boy. "They like birds. I'll take '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 just plain 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,"Ten dollars?"
>>
>>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.
>>
>>So, that explained the empty bird  
>> cage on
>> the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell another 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 a 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 are  
>> 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? Jesus asked again.
>>
>>

KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace

2010-10-19 Thread Tony King 
Charles,

I know there are people of strong religious persuasion who believe it's
their god given right and moral responsibility to share their faith at every
opportunity, even (or especially) with those who aren't interested.  Your
most recent contribution to this forum suggests you may be one of those
people.  You're perfectly entitled to your views, but this forum is NOT the
place and I for one strongly object.

Tony King
Queensland Australia

On 20 October 2010 08:53, Charles Burkholder wrote:

>
>
>
>
>
>
> 
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>God's Grace
>
>What is mentioned here appears to be a
> shame, but the message is very true. I hope you are all blessed by this
> story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because
> of the title.
>
>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 do you
> have there, son?"
>
>"Just some old birds," came the reply.
>
>"What are you going to 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 will you do then?"
>
>"Oh, I've got some cats," said the little
> boy. "They like birds. I'll take '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 just plain 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,"Ten dollars?"
>
>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.
>
>So, that explained the empty bird cage on
> the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell another 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 a 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 are 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? Jesus asked again.
>
>Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your
> blood, tears and your life."
>
>Jesus said, "DONE!"
>
>Then Jesus paid the price.
>
>The pastor picked up the cage and walked
> from the pulpit.
>
>
>
>
>I pray that everyone who sends this on, God
> will bless in a special way.
>
>If you have read this far then you

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2010-10-19 Thread Darren Crompton 



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KR> Fw: Object lesson - God's Grace

2010-10-19 Thread Charles Burkholder 



















God's Grace

What is mentioned here appears to be a shame, 
but the message is very true. I hope you are all blessed by this story. I 
wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title.

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 do you have 
there, son?"

"Just some old birds," came the reply. 

"What are you going to 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 will you do then?"

"Oh, I've got some cats," said the little boy. 
"They like birds. I'll take '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 just plain 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,"Ten dollars?" 

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.

So, that explained the empty bird cage on the 
pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell another 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 a 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 are 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? Jesus asked again.

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your 
blood, tears and your life."

Jesus said, "DONE!"

Then Jesus paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage and walked from 
the pulpit. 




I pray that everyone who sends this on, God 
will bless in a special way.

If you have read this far then you will know 
that I prayed for you today. . .

whether you send this on or not!  God bless 
you!   




























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