The Empty Egg
(Playing ~ "Celebrate
Jesus"
.... He is Risen !! )
Jeremy was born with a twisted body
and a slow mind. At the age of 12
he was still in second grade, seemingly unable to learn.
His teacher, Doris
Miller, often became exasperated with him. He would
squirm in his seat,
drool, and make grunting noises. At other times, he spoke
clearly
and distinctly, as if a spot of light had penetrated the
darkness of his
brain. Most of the time, however, Jeremy just irritated
his teacher.
One day she called his parents and
asked them to come in for a
consultation. As the Forresters entered the empty
classroom, Doris said
to them, "Jeremy really belongs in a special school.
It isn't fair to
him to be with younger children who don't have learning
problems. Why,
there is a five-year gap between his age and that of the
other students."
Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a
tissue, while her husband spoke.
"Miss Miller," he said, "there is no
school of that kind nearby. It would be
a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take him out of
this school. We
know he really likes it here." Doris sat for a long
time after they had
left, staring at the snow outside the window. Its
coldness seemed to seep
into her soul. She wanted to sympathize with the
Forresters. After all,
their only child had a terminal illness. But it wasn't
fair to keep him
in her class. She had 18 other youngsters to teach, and
Jeremy was a
distraction. Furthermore, he would never learn to read
and write.
Why waste any more time trying?
As she pondered the situation, guilt
washed over her. Here I am
complaining when my problems are nothing compared to that
poor family,
she thought. Lord, please help me to be more patient with
Jeremy. From
that day on, she tried hard to ignore Jeremy's noises and
his blank stares.
Then one day, he limped to her desk, dragging his bad leg
behind him.
"I love you, Miss Miller," he exclaimed, loud
enough for the whole
class to hear. The other students snickered, and Doris'
face burned red.
She stammered, "Wh-why that's very nice, Jeremy.
N-now please take your seat."
Spring came, and the children talked
excitedly about the coming of
Easter. Doris told them the story of Jesus, and then to
emphasize the
idea of new life springing forth, she gave each of the
children a large
plastic egg. "Now," she said to them, "I
want you to take this home and
bring it back tomorrow with something inside that shows
new life.
Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Miller," the
children responded enthusiastically ~ all except
for Jeremy. He listened intently; his eyes never left her
face. He did not
even make his usual noises. Had he understood what she
had said about
Jesus' death and resurrection? Did he understand the
assignment? Perhaps
she should call his parents and explain the project to
them.
That evening, Doris' kitchen sink
stopped up. She called the landlord
and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it.
After that, she
still had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse, and
prepare a vocabulary
test for the next day. She completely forgot about
phoning Jeremy's parents.
The next morning, 19 children came
to school, laughing and talking as
they placed their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss
Miller's desk.
After they completed their math lesson, it was time to
open the eggs. In
the first egg, Doris found a flower. "Oh yes, a
flower is certainly a sign
of new life," she said. "When plants peek
through the ground,
we know that spring is here."
A small girl in the first row waved
her arm. "That's
my egg, Miss Miller," she called out. The next egg
contained a plastic
butterfly, which looked very real. Doris held it up.
"We all know that a
caterpillar changes and grows into a beautiful butterfly.
Yes, that's
new life, too." Little Judy smiled proudly and said,
"Miss Miller, that one
is mine." Next, Doris found a rock with moss on it.
She explained that
moss, too, showed life. Billy spoke up from the back of
the classroom,
"My daddy helped me," he beamed.
Then Doris opened the fourth egg.
She gasped. The egg was empty.
Surely it must be Jeremy's she thought, and, of course,
he did not understand
her instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone
his parents.
Because she did not want to embarrass him, she quietly
set the egg aside and
reached for another. Suddenly, Jeremy spoke up. "Miss
Miller, aren't
you going to talk about my egg?" Flustered, Doris
replied, "But Jeremy,
your egg is empty." He looked into her eyes and said
softly,
"Yes, but Jesus' tomb was empty, too."
Time stopped. When she could speak
again, Doris asked him,
"Do you know why the tomb was empty?"
"Oh, yes," Jeremy said,
"Jesus was killed and put in there.
Then His Father raised Him up."
The recess bell rang. While the
children excitedly ran out to the schoolyard, Doris cried.
The cold inside her melted completely away.
Three months later, Jeremy died.
Those who paid their respects at the mortuary
were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket....
... all of them empty.
~ Author Unknown
~~~
"Celebrate Jesus, celebrate.
He is risen,
And He lives forevermore.
Come on and celebrate
The resurrection of our Lord."
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