Why Easter Matters
Roger Thomas
1 Corinthians 15:1-4
In the eyes of most people, Philip didn't know much. But Philip knew what Easter wall about.
Philip was born with Downs Syndrome. In most respects, Philip was a happy, pleasant child. But he was different. He knew it. And other children quickly recognized it. He looked a little different. He was mentally a bit slower than most other kids. Physically he tended to be somewhat awkward and sometimes clumsy. Philip went to a special school during the week. But on Sundays, he attended a regular Sunday school class with other eight year old boys and girls.
You know eight-year-olds. They can be sweet most of the time. But sometimes they can be slow to accept somebody who is different, like Philip. The Sunday school teacher was good. She was was creative and fun loving, a perfect match for the eight year olds. They learned, they laughed, they played together. And they really cared about one another. She also knew that Philip was not really a part of that group. He didn't quite fit in. That's just the way it was.
When Easter rolled around, the teacher had an idea. The teacher collected a bunch of the big plastic eggs that pantyhose comes in-or used to come in. I haven't really paid much attention recently. She had one for each child in the class. Since it was a pretty day, she took the children outside. She told the class to walk around the church yard and look for things that reminded them of the Easter. They were to put the item in their egg and bring it back to the class room. They would then open the eggs and share their Easter surprises.
The class ran all around the church grounds, gathered their objects, and returned to the classroom. They put all the eggs on a table, and then the teacher began to open them. She opened one, and there was a flower, and they ooh-ed and aah-ed. She opened another, and there was a little butterfly. She opened another, and there was a rock. And ...
Roger Thomas
1 Corinthians 15:1-4
In the eyes of most people, Philip didn't know much. But Philip knew what Easter wall about.
Philip was born with Downs Syndrome. In most respects, Philip was a happy, pleasant child. But he was different. He knew it. And other children quickly recognized it. He looked a little different. He was mentally a bit slower than most other kids. Physically he tended to be somewhat awkward and sometimes clumsy. Philip went to a special school during the week. But on Sundays, he attended a regular Sunday school class with other eight year old boys and girls.
You know eight-year-olds. They can be sweet most of the time. But sometimes they can be slow to accept somebody who is different, like Philip. The Sunday school teacher was good. She was was creative and fun loving, a perfect match for the eight year olds. They learned, they laughed, they played together. And they really cared about one another. She also knew that Philip was not really a part of that group. He didn't quite fit in. That's just the way it was.
When Easter rolled around, the teacher had an idea. The teacher collected a bunch of the big plastic eggs that pantyhose comes in-or used to come in. I haven't really paid much attention recently. She had one for each child in the class. Since it was a pretty day, she took the children outside. She told the class to walk around the church yard and look for things that reminded them of the Easter. They were to put the item in their egg and bring it back to the class room. They would then open the eggs and share their Easter surprises.
The class ran all around the church grounds, gathered their objects, and returned to the classroom. They put all the eggs on a table, and then the teacher began to open them. She opened one, and there was a flower, and they ooh-ed and aah-ed. She opened another, and there was a little butterfly. She opened another, and there was a rock. And ...
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