Darts
"In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."
A young lady was relating an experience that she had in a seminary class with her teacher, we'll call him Brother Smith. She said that Brother Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.
This particular day when Sally walked into seminary she could tell they were in for another fun day. There was a big target on the wall and a table full of darts. Brother Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry and he would let them throw some darts at the picture.
Sally's girlfriend on the right, drew a picture of the girl who had stolen her boyfriend. Her friend, on her left side, drew a picture of his little brother.
Sally decided to draw a picture of Brother Smith. She really put a lot of detail into her drawing, even to the extent to drawing pimples on his face. She was really pleased at the overall effect she had achieved.
The class lined up and was really getting into the dart throwing, with much laughter and a lot of hilarity involved. Some of the darts were thrown with such force that the pictures were ripped. Sally was toward the end of the line, and filled with disappointment when Brother Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats.
Sally was thinking how mad she was that she hadn't been able to throw darts at her picture of Brother Smith. The classroom had been quite chaotic during the dart throwing. Then Brother Smith removed the target from the wall and revealed the picture of the Savior that had been directly underneath the target.
A complete hush fell over the room as the students viewed the torn picture, the eyes pierced out, and marks and holes all over the Savior.
Brother Smith said only these words, "In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." Nothing else was necessary as the tear-filled eyes of the students were riveted on the picture of Christ. The students remained in their seats even after the bell had rung, then slowly trickled out of the classroom.
Sometimes we feel like being mean. It's just a fact of life. Sometimes we hate and other times we slander and gossip. But Jesus warns us about that. When we make fun of each other or put each other down, we hurt Jesus. When we steal from one another, we steal from Jesus. When we hate one another, we hate Jesus. He knows every sorrow we go through. He understands our temptations because he too was tempted. He sees every single tear and cries with us. First of all, remember that when you hurt others, you hurt Jesus.
Second, when you hurt, Jesus hurts.
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