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“ That’s right. What else do you re member about Him?” “ I remember He went about doing good, but when He grew up some people killed Him. I mean they thought they did, but He was really dying because He wanted to. He died for our sins, you know.” “Yes, I know,” Miss Parsons smiled. “And I am glad you know, too. Do you know anything more, Toby?” “ Sure I do. I know they put Him in a grave but He didn’t stay there. No—not the Lord Jesus. He just got right up on Easter morning and came out.” “You’re quite right, Toby. But do you know what happened next?” Toby thought a moment. “ I guess I don’t, Miss Parsons,” he said. “Well, when the Lord Jesus came out of the grave he went around see ing His friends. For forty days He stayed on the earth telling them things He wanted them to remember. Then one day He came With them-to a little hill like this. As they talked together, suddenly they saw Him be ing taken right up into heaven. They were so surprised they stood gazing upward even after He had disap peared.” ' ‘Did He go right up— just like my kite?” whispered Toby. “ Exactly,” said Miss Parsons. “He just kept on going until they could see Him no more.” “ Then what?” “Why then they felt just like you felt a moment ago—as though they had lost everything worth-while. But not for long. As they sorrowed two men in white appeared unto them and one of them said: ‘Ye men of Gal ilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? this same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven.’ Then His friends went about telling the others the good news.” “ Is that true—what was said? Is He really coming back the same way He went?” “ Of course, Toby, the very same way.” Toby smiled. “Maybe He’ll find my kite and bring it with Him!” “Well, as to that, I can only say that when He comes I think we shall all be so glad to see Him that we’ll forget about all the other things we have lost and cried over. And be sides, I don’t think He wants you to wait that long for your kite. I think it would make Him happy if I bought you a new one right now. Come, I saw one just like yours this morning.” And they went down the hill together.
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ran her fingers through the little boy’s hair. “ Toby,” she said kindly, “Nothing is ever quite so bad as it seems.” “How could it be worse?” he mut tered. “ It was my brand-new kite— the very best one in the second grade. You said so yourself.” “ I know, but don’t cry so hard. This isn’t the end of everything, you know.’ And you aren’t the first person who ever stood on a hill and watched something they loved being taken away from them. I think I’d like to tell you a story, Toby.” Now Toby didn’t think he would like to hear it at all—-he wasn’t in the mood for stories. But he didn’t like to be rude to his teacher, so he said reluctantly, “Well—all right.” “ It was long ago on a hillslope something like this,” Miss Parsons began. “A little company of people were standing together and Someone they loved very much was talking to them—Someone you know, Toby.” “ Someone I know? Who could that be?” “ Do you remember Christmas, Toby—the star and the stable, and what happened there?” “ Of course I do. That was when the Lord Jesus was bom .”
■pEI pring is the time for flying kites. Every boy knows that. The hill was green under Toby’s feet and the sky was a wide blue highway above him. The wind pulled steadily at the string in his hand and his beautiful new kite floated like a white bird in the blue heaven. Toby’s eyes shone with delight. “ See her fly!” he shouted. No one else in the second grade had such .a fine kite. Miss Parsons said so. She was the second grade teacher and Toby’s Sunday school teacher as well. Toby liked her a lot. Just now he saw her leaving the building. She was coming this way. “Hi! Miss Parsons,” he called. “ I got her up. Want to come and watch?” “ Indeed I do,Toby,” she said, and sat down beside him. Together they watched the kite drifting above the the trees, until it was only a tiny speck in the distance. Suddenly a strong gust of wind caught it, it tugged, then the string snapped and the kite disappeared. Toby stood clutching his hands and searching the empty sky for his treasure. Then he fell down in the grass and wept. Miss Parsons waited until his sobs subsided; then she reached over and
EASTER STORY ACROSTIC stands for the “Early Morning ” when the women “ came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices” Luke 24:1 stands for the “Angel” which said “unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus which was crucified” Matt. 28:5 stands for the “Stone” which the angel . . . from heaven . . . rolled back Matt. 28:2 for the “Spices” which the women prepared and brought “unto the sepulchre” Luke 24:1 for the “Sepulchre” that was “hewn in stone” where the body of the Lord Jesus was laid Luke 23:53 for the “Saviour” who arose from the dead 1 Cor. 15:20 stands for “ Tell” the message of the angel when he said “Go quickly and tell . . . that He is risen” Matt. 28:7 stands for the “Empty Grave” for the angel said “He is not here: for He is risen . . . Come, see the place where the Lord lay” Matt. 28:6 stands for the “Raiment” of the resurrection angel whose “raiment was white as snow” Matt. 28:3 for the stone that was “ rolled away ” Mark 16:4 for the “Resurrection” of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ 1 Cor. 15:20
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