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 exasperated with him. He would squirm in his seat, drool,
and make grunting noises. At other times, he spoke clearly and distinctly,
as if a spot of light had penetrated the darkness of his brain. Most of the
time, however, Jeremy just irritated his teacher.

One day she called his parents and asked them to come in for a
consultation. As the Forresters entered the empty classroom, Doris said to them,
"Jeremy really belongs in a special school. It isn't fair to him to be with
younger children who don't have learning problems. Why, there is a five year
gap between his age and that of the other students."

Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a tissue, while her husband spoke.
"Miss Miller," he said, "there is no school of that kind nearby.
It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take him
out of this school. We know he really likes it here."
Doris sat for a long time after they had left, staring at the snow
outside the window. Its coldness seemed to seep into her
soul. She wanted to sympathize with the Forresters. After all, their
only child had a terminal illness. But it wasn't fair to keep him in her
class. She had 18 other youngsters to teach, and Jeremy was a distraction.
Furthermore, he would never learn to read and write. Why waste any more
time trying?

As she pondered the situation, guilt washed over her. Here I am
complaining when my problems are nothing compared to that poor family, she thought.
Lord, please help me to be more patient with Jeremy. From that day on,
she tried hard to ignore Jeremy's noises and his blank stares. Then one
day, he limped to her desk, dragging his bad leg behind him.
"I love you, Miss Miller," he exclaimed, loud enough for the whole class
to hear. The other students snickered, and Doris' face turned red. She
stammered, "Wh-why that's very nice, Jeremy. N-now please take your
seat."

Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of
Easter. Doris told them the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize the idea of
new life springing forth, she gave each of the children a large plastic egg.
"Now," she said to them, "I want you to take this home and bring it back
tomorrow with something inside that shows new life. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Miller," the children responded enthusiastically-all except
for Jeremy. He listened intently; his eyes never left her face. He did not
even make his usual noises. Had he understood what she
had said about Jesus' death and resurrection? Did he understand the
assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the project
to them.

That evening, Doris' kitchen sink stopped up. She called the landlord
and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it. After that, she still
had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse, and prepare a vocabulary test for
the next day. She completely forgot about phoning Jeremy's parents. The
next morning, 19 children came to school, laughing and talking as they placed
their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss Miller's desk.
After they completed their math lesson, it was time to open the eggs. In
the first egg, Doris found a flower. "Oh yes, a flower is certainly a sign
of new life," she said. "When plants peek through the ground, we know that
spring is here." A small girl in the first row waved her arm. "That's
my egg, Miss Miller," she called out. The next egg contained a plastic
butterfly, which looked very real. Doris held it up. "We all know that
a caterpillar changes and grows into a beautiful butterfly. Yes, that's
new life, too." Little Judy smiled proudly and said, "Miss Miller, that one
is mine." Next, Doris found a rock with moss on it. She explained that moss,
too, showed life. Billy spoke up from the back of the classroom, "My daddy
helped me," he beamed.

Then Doris opened the fourth egg. She gasped. The egg was empty.
Surely it must be Jeremy's she thought, and of course, he did not understand her
instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone his parents.
Because she did not want 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, Doris 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 Doris asked him,

"Do you know why the tomb was empty?" "Oh, yes," Jeremy said, "Jesus was
killed and put in there. Then His Father raised Him up."
The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the
schoolyard, Doris cried. The cold inside her melted completely away.
Three months later, Jeremy died. Those who paid there respects at the
mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, all of them
empty.