A few months ago I was at a home daycare as an observer for one of my psychology classes.  I sat off to the side and watched the daycare provider teach her little charges about the sacrifice Jesus made for us all.  She used a carton of plastic eggs to tell the story. Each egg was filled with a little toy that stood for something in the story.  I was intrigued by how attentive the children were as the oldest of the bunch was only three years old.

 

The daycare provider carefully opened each egg, revealing its piece of the story.  Shortly after sharing the egg that contained the cross, she opened an egg that was apparently missing its piece.  I heard the provider say to herself, "Oh no, I've lost one!"  She then began to try and explain about the missing piece when the most phenomenal thing happened.  The three year old little girl stood up with hands raised to the sky.  She began jumping up and down and yelled with all exuberance, "He's alive!"

 

He's alive! What a profound experience.  I was reminded of Jesus' words in Matthew 11:25, "... I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden thee things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children" (NIV).  How often are we guilty of not seeing the miracle, of not seeing the hand of the Father?  In a space a grown up would term "empty" a child saw her salvation. Let's face it, the greatest gift to humanity was an empty tomb. He's alive!