Last weekend I listened to a four-year-old tell the entire Easter story. She had an egg carton with 12 plastic eggs. She opened them one by one and explained the objects inside: a blade of grass that signified the palm branches, a tiny felt cut-out of a coat, both objects thrown down as Jesus entered Jerusalem. There was a plastic donkey like the one he rode in on, a piece of bread from the last supper, a thorn from his crown, a nail that they used to "pin" him to the cross. I listened to the perfect story from a child who doesn’t even read and write yet.
When she got to the eleventh egg she showed me a stone and told me of the rock that was rolled away from the tomb. I guessed that the last egg would be empty, as the tomb was. She opened it slowly and with great expectation. The animation on her face showed hope and mystery and awe even though she knew she was going to tell me that Jesus had risen from the dead. She whispered the finale: Jesus died for US, so we can go to Heaven, too.
Yes, Jesus was crucified, but NOBODY killed him – He GAVE His life. He could have called on countless angels to escort Him away, but He didn’t.
I’m so glad that He chose to take MY place and shed HIS blood in payment for MY sins. He paid for YOU, too.