Originally when I created this blog, my intention was to give equal time to the political and religious matters that seem relevant today. Unfortunately the political has grossly outweighed the religious (or spiritual) here due to my recent focus on news rather than scripture.
In an attempt to equal the balance I have included part of a Sunday church service I heard on some radio station while driving on some highway last year. I wish I could give the person who first delivered this the credit he deserves. It isn't transcribed word for word, but instead is put together by me from memory after listening to it while simultaneously driving a big rig. Hope you find it coherent and enlightening.
One day a man walks into a pet store to purchase a bird. He sees a few from which to choose. One is very talkative and another sings a lot, but both are very expensive. Then he finds one on sale who's just sitting there on his perch quietly, doing nothing...
CUSTOMER: (to salesman) What's this one doing? He's just sitting there. I'm looking for a talking bird.
SALESMAN: Oh, he's quite a good talker. He talks all day and night if you let him. Just buy him some toys to play with and he'll keep you entertained.
CUSTOMER: Hmmm. Well, the price is right. Sure, why not?
So the customer takes his new pet bird home and puts him near the window, ties a bell to the top of the cage for him to ring, and waits. The bird rings the bell a few times and then just sits there.
The next day the customer goes back to the pet shop...
CUSTOMER: (to salesman) I bought a bell for the bird to ring and he just sits there.
SALESMAN: Oh, well then...here (handing customer another toy). Try this ladder. They just love running up and down ladders.
So the customer takes the ladder home, puts it in the cage and waits. The bird runs up and down the ladder, rings the bell, and then just sits there.
The customer returns to the pet store again and again buying several toys to get his bird to talk. Finally the bird rings the bell, runs up and down the ladder, looks in his little mirror, spars with the little punching bag, runs on the hamster wheel for a while, dashes through his little tube maze, and then falls over on his back. And in his last dying breath says:
BIRD: Doesn't that pet store sell any birdseed?
The moral of the story is this:
Too many churches today rely too much on activities and entertainment rather than feeding God's Word to its people.