Story for a Sunday Morning

I heard this little story a while back, and I thought I’s share it with you today…

Bobby had Down  syndrome.  His parents always took him to church on Sundays, and Bobby was in the third grade Sunday School class, but he had problems fitting in with the other boys and girls.  Third graders can be cruel when a child is different, and despite the best efforts of the teacher, Bobby was the butt of many unpleasant comments from the other children.

One day in early spring,  a day when the sun was shining and the birds were singing outside, the teacher took the class out doors.  She had a box of big eggs, the kind of big plastic eggs that nylons come in, and gave an egg to each child and told them to find something the symbolizes the new birth of spring and put it inside their egg.

As you can imagine, there were third graders running around all over the place, laughing, shouting and generally having a good time.  After a while, the teacher called the class together to see what they had collected in their eggs.  One had a butterfly in it, another a flower, another a ladybug.  There were leaves, and even a rock; the last egg was empty.

“Somebody didn’t do it right” cried one of the boys.

“What an idiot” cried another.

The teacher noticed a tug on her sleeve and looked down to see Bobby.  “That’s mine” he cried, “The tomb is empty!”

Quickly the laughing and catcalls stopped as the significance of what Bobby had said dawned on everyone.  Bobby gained a new respect from his classmates, and soon he was accepted by the others.  As the weeks progressed, Bobby became the most popular kid in the class, even though he was different, for he had an insight that was both gentle and deep.  Of course his loving nature didn’t hurt either…

The following summer, Bobby died; he had many health issues and finally lost his struggle for life.  When his funeral was held, the entire Sunday School class paraded into the church and placed empty eggs on Bobby’s casket, for he had shown his classmates the significance of that empty tomb, so very long ago.

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About Don Merritt

A long time teacher and writer, Don hopes to share his varied life's experiences in a different way with a Christian perspective.
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18 Responses to Story for a Sunday Morning

  1. roweeee says:

    Reblogged this on The Blogging Pot and commented:
    Such a moving story xx Ro

  2. Bless you, Don. This gave me goose bumps.

  3. Elaine says:

    Reblogged this on Elaine's Random Thoughts and commented:
    This story really touched my heart and I felt I must share it with others. Thank you, Don, for sharing it with us this morning!

  4. Joe Bradshaw says:

    An amazing and heart felt story! Thank you for sharing it the loving energy will stay with me for a long time to come…

  5. That’s a great story. Very touching!

  6. lovessiamese says:

    What a beautiful story.

  7. lovessiamese says:

    Reblogged this on The Road To Peace and commented:
    Every Downs Syndrome child (even adult) I have ever seen has been the kindest, gentlest, most loving and forgiving of people. They have a lot to teach the rest of us about attitude.

  8. Don,

    Thanks for sharing this wonderful story. i linked it to my post King Solomon’s Really Wise Clues today to share anther perspective of the story.

    http://rudymartinka.wordpress.com/2014/11/20/king-solomons-really-wise-clues/

    Regards and good will blogging.

  9. Merryn says:

    Reblogged this on Humble Heart Scribbles and commented:
    This story is so beautiful- I had to share it with you. I saw it on Elaine’s Random Thoughts (reblogged) and it originally came from The Life Project, by Don Merritt. Thank you Don for sharing such a powerful, inspirational story and Elaine for reblogging it. Now it’s my turn!

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