THE DEATH OF THE BIRD GOD

After an hour or so, the people were in a demon induced frenzy. The holy man, who had been sitting alongside the fire, smoking his hallucinogens, stood slowly and approached a girl of about 14 years of age, quietly tapping her on the shoulder…

This is a true story:

The little bird that twitted from branch to branch was innocent enough but the demon, who pretended to be the god that bird had come to represent, was bloodthirsty and evil beyond imagination.

The people who called the little bird God were gathered around the fire, as naked as the day they were born. Slowly at first, but then more rapid and insistent, the drum began to beat in that beat so familiar to Satanists around the world.

After an hour or so, the people were in a demon induced frenzy. The holy man, who had been sitting alongside the fire, smoking his hallucinogens, stood slowly and approached a girl of about 14 years of age, quietly tapping her on the shoulder. Taking his cue, she approached the fire and quickly threw in her first-born son. The baby screamed for a second or two but was quickly silenced by the flames that snuffed the life from his tiny body.

And the Bird-God, speaking through the shaman, promised to protect the tribe from the cannibals they feared with an unnatural terror.

Standing beside the fire stood a young boy, perhaps ten years old. Suddenly sickened by the sight of the burning infant, he ran into the woods, weeping. “God” he cried, “if you are a god, you cannot want a mother to throw her child into the fire.” Dazed and confused, he ran; not knowing where he was going. He would run for a day and a night, passing through impassable jungle, weeping and calling out to a God he did not know.

Some twenty miles from his tribe, on a major river in Ecuador, stood a strange, almost American looking house. The young couple who lived there were missionaries. They had heard of the boy’s tribe while still in Bible College and determined that they would reach that tribe for Jesus. Moving to Ecuador, they had no way of contacting the tribe. Other Indians, even Christians, were terrified of the Tribe. The word on the river was that the tribe beheaded and roasted any outsider they came across. No one would venture into that part of the jungle.

Not knowing what else to do, the young couple built a house on the river, as close as they could safely get to the tribe. For more than a year, they would pray for the tribe every day. It wasn’t much… some of their supporters were getting impatient and their support check begin to get smaller by the month… Still they prayed for the tribe that everyone assured them could not be reached.

Then came that morning. Rising at sunrise, coffee in hand, they went out on the front porch to pray for their beloved but unknown tribe. There, to their great surprise, on the top step, lay a bloodied and exhausted little Indian boy…

That boy would become a son to them. He learned English and Spanish and he learned the Bible. In the Bible and through his newly adopted parents, the boy met and came to know the God he had called out to the night the baby burned.

Two years later, at the ripe old age of twelve, he returned to his tribe and told them of the savior he had come to know. Soon they sent him back to the river to fetch the people of this marvelous God who loved them so much that He gave his own Son to deliver them. Surely, this God was more powerful than the little bird god who demanded the lives of their sons.

Within a few months every member of the tribe had confessed Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior.

I heard this story straight from the mouth of those missionaries. That was in the 1970s and they were older and retired even then. Surely they are in Heaven now but I have never forgotten their story.

Hebrews 11: 8 By faith Abraham, when he was called, obeyed and went out to a place he was going to receive as an inheritance. He went out, not knowing where he was going.

Sometimes, no, often God’s ways are beyond our understanding. Would you move to the jungles of a foreign land, build a house and pray every day for a people everyone assured you could not be reached? When finances dwindled and you were reduced to eating nothing but beans and eggs every day, would you stay? If your answer is no, you need to repent and get right with God… God uses people who do not have to understand the details…

David…

Author: davidrice1951

I am a vile sinner. I have been a soldier and a sailor. I have been a student and a teacher. I taught English in Mexico. I started and taught in a Bible College in Venezuela. I am married to Cathy, a beautiful lady from Guyana. We have two children, Christopher and Amanda. I am saved by Grace, washed in the Blood and filled with the Spirit. I love Jesus, my wife, my kids and you...

2 thoughts on “THE DEATH OF THE BIRD GOD”

  1. These missionaries sound like the Neeses, who used to come and stay with my Grandparents when they were in the U.S. My Pops was the preacher of our missionary Baptist Church and I got to listen to them a lot!

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