Another Holy Week has come and gone.
What I miss most about Easter weekends of past include the egg hunts I would hold at the Crawford City Park. It was a special time for my two daughters and me as I would hide the eggs in the park while they played in the swings. The Saturday of Easter weekend egg hunts would include a stop for lunch in Hemingford on the way back to Alliance.
Another incredible void is listening to radio icon Paul Harvey deliver his annual Easter story about Jesus and the Birdcage.
Here is the transcript:
Boston preacher Dr. S.D. Gordon, placed a beat up, bent, rusted old bird cage beside his pulpit when he told this story.
An unkempt, unwashed, little lad about 10 years old was coming up the alley swinging this old caved in bird cage with several tiny birds shivering on the floor of it.
The compassionate Dr. Gordon asked the boy where he got the birds.
He said he trapped them.
Dr. Gordon asked what he was going to do with them.
The boy said he was going to play with them and have fun with them.
The preacher said, “Sooner or later you’ll get tired of them. Then what are you going to do with them?”
The lad said, “I have some cats at home. They like birds. I’ll feed them to my cats.”
Dr. Gordon said, “Son, how much do you want for the birds?”
The boy, surprised, hesitated and said, “Mister, you don’t want these birds. They are just plain old field birds. They can’t even sing. And they’re ugly.”
The preacher said, “Just tell me. How much do you want?”
The grubby little lad thought about it. He squinted up one eye. He calculated and hesitated and said, “Two dollars?”
To his surprise Dr. Gordon reached into his pocket and handed the boy two, one-dollar bills.
The preacher took the cage.
The boy, in a wink, disappeared down the alley.
In a sheltered crevice between buildings, Dr. Gordon opened the door of the cage and tapping on the rusty exterior he encouraged the little birds, one at a time, to find their way out through the narrow door and fly away.
Thus, having accounted for the empty cage beside his pulpit, the preacher went on to tell what seemed, at first, like a separate story.
About how once upon a time, Jesus and the Devil had engaged in a negotiation.
Satan had boasted how he’d baited a trap in Eden’s Garden and caught himself a world full of people.
“What are you going to do with all those people in your cage” Jesus wanted to know.
The Devil said, “I’m going to play with em’, tease em’. Make them marry and divorce and fight and kill one another. I’m going to teach them to throw bombs on one another. I’m going to have fun with them!”
Jesus said, “You can’t have fun with them forever. When you get tired of playing, what are you going to do with them?”
Satan said, “Damn them! They’re no good anyway! Damn them! Kill them!”
Jesus said, “How much do you want for them?”
Satan said, “You can’t be serious! If I sell them to you, they’ll just spit on you. They’ll hate you. They’ll hit you and beat you. They’ll hammer nails into you! They’re no good.”
Jesus said, “How much?”
Satan said, “All of your tears and all of your blood. That’s the price.”
Jesus took the cage, and paid the price, and opened the door.
Now. Paul Harvey’s Easter sermon is never the best, but it is the shortest.
Jesus lived a good life in a wicked world to show us that it could be done.
He died. And then he rose, to show us that we could do that, too.