April Letter to the Church

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 impatient with him. He would squirm in his seat, drool and make grunting noises. At other times he spoke clearly and distinctly as if he were learning. Most of the time though, Jeremy irritated his teacher.
ONE day Miss Miller asked Jeremy’s parents to come in for a consultation. As they talked, the teacher said, “Jeremy belongs in a special school. There is five years difference in age between Jeremy and the other kids and he is not learning and keeping up. Plus the fact, he is causing problems in the class with his physical impairments.”
JEREMY’S father responded as his mother cried. “It would crush Jeremy if he were taken out of the school. He really loves going to school with the other kids, even if he is five years older. Besides, there is no special school close by for him to go to.” Miss Miller sympathized with their dilemma and Jeremy was allowed to stay in the class.
SHE quietly prayed for patience with Jeremy, and from that day on, tried to ignore Jeremy’s noises and blank stares out the window. Then one day, Jeremy limped to her desk dragging his bad leg and said in a loud enough voice for the whole class to hear, “I love you Miss Miller.” The whole class snickered and she turned red. “That’s very nice Jeremy, now please return to your seat.”
SPRING arrived and the kids were excited for the coming Easter break. Miss Miller told the Easter story and then, to emphasize the story of new life, gave each of the kids a large plastic egg. “Now, I want you to take this egg home and bring it back with something in it that shows new life.” “Yes Miss Miller”, they all replied. All except Jeremy. He just listened intently; his eyes never left her face. He didn’t even make his usual noises. Had he understood what she had said about Jesus’ death and resurrection? Had he understood the assignment she had given. She decided she would call Jeremy’s parents to make sure he understood what she had asked.
HER night was busy and she completely forgot about calling Jeremy’s folks.
THE next morning, 19 children excitedly paraded into class and placed their eggs in a basket on Miss Miller’s desk. First egg, a flower. “That’s my egg!”, called out a little girl. Next egg, a butterfly. Next egg, a rock with moss on it. Then she opened the fourth egg. She gasped… The egg was empty. Surely it was Jeremy’s and he didn’t understand the assignment. She scolded herself for not remembering to call his parents.
NOT wanting 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, Miss Miller 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 she asked, “Do you know why the tomb was empty?” “Oh yes!” Jeremy replied. “Jesus was killed and put in there. Then His Father raised Him up.”
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!
WHAT a lesson for us this Easter. We try so hard to place meaning into something that already has meaning in itself. There is nothing so meaningful as the empty tomb. It stands alone. “For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that He was buried, that He was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures…” I Corinthians 15:3-4. Jeremy seemed to understand nothing needs to be added.
I’M looking forward to seeing you Easter Sunday, but, I’m mostly looking forward to seeing our Risen Savior!
The Tomb’s Empty,
He Is Risen Indeed!



