THE RESURRECTION GAME, concluded

Nannygranne got up, turned the lights back on, and said, “Even history books say Jesus’ body disappeared and was never found.  Now if Jesus wasn’t the Son of God and didn’t rise from the dead, something else must have happened to His body.  So, teams, talk among yourselves and tell us what else could have happened to Jesus’ body.  One!  Two!  Three!  GO!”

After loud and enthusiastic deliberation, Nannygranne asked for their ideas. “Okay, let the oldest person on each team tell what their team thought up.  Jacob, you go first.”

Jacob checked with the other two and said, “An animal got Him.  Or the disciples got Him.  Or the soldiers threw His body away.”

Nannygranne frowned, looked at the ceiling thoughtfully, then said, “Sorry.  Those don’t work.  The Roman soldiers would have chased off the animal.  Besides, the animal would have messed up the mummy clothes and left a terrible mess.  Animals don’t have hands and can’t fold a napkin.”

She returned to her thinking posture for a moment, then continued:  “We already mentioned the disciples being afraid of the soldiers.  They were fishermen and businessmen, and those soldiers were big and mean, tough guys.  The governor’s rule was that if any soldier let his prisoner escape, it was off with his head!”

“Then the soldiers wouldn’t have thrown Jesus away somewhere, either,” admitted Jacob.

The two older girls loudly declared victory.

“Not so fast, ladies.  I want to hear your ideas before you’re declared winners.”

“Okie-dokie then,” began Brooke confidently.  “Somebody dug a tunnel into the back of the cave and got Him out.  Or maybe He wasn’t dead, and He moved the stone, and it scared the guards so much that they froze!”

Nannygranne went “Hmmm,” then said, “Brilliant deductions.  But wrong.”

The other team howled.

“Okay, quiet down and think about this.  Remember, the cave would have been on the side of a big hill or mountain, and Jesus was only in there from Friday afternoon to early Sunday morning.  So somebody had to work fast with only picks, hammers, and shovels, and couldn’t have done that without making a lot of noise.   What do you think, girls?”

Brooke looked at Chloe, and they answered simultaneously, “We’re wrong.”

“More good thinking, girls.”

“Well, couldn’t He have just fainted, and they thought He was dead?” Chloe asked

“Well, let’s think about His condition.  He’d been up all night and all day being slapped and beaten.  He was too weak to carry His cross because they made a man named Simon help him with it.  Then on the cross, His hands and feet were nailed and He was stabbed in the heart. He’d lost a lot of blood.  Then He hung there for six hours, and it was hard for him to breath.  Also, He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in those three days.  Remember, too, that He was wrapped up tight like a mummy.  He’d have had to wiggle out and then push that massive rock out of the way, then get out and get past all of those soldiers.”

Nannygranne stopped to let the information soak in.  Then, looking at the girls, she said gently, “Now, what do you think?”

“I think Jesus must have risen from the dead,” Chloe answered quietly.

“Yes, Chloe.  He did.  After leaving the cave, He went to see His brother James, and then Peter.   He went to, and ate with, the disciples, and one day He preached to over 500 people.  On another day, He made breakfast and ate with the disciples when they came in after fishing all night.  Most of those people had seen Him on the cross and knew He died.  Now they saw Him alive again!  Then after forty days, He took the disciples out on a hilltop and told them what to do. After that He left with His new body and went home to God’s world.  He said He’s coming back for those who are ready to go and live with Him in Heaven.”

Nannygranne looked at the precious five in her care and silently thanked the Lord for this time with them.  Being a Nanny was a mission of love and laughter.  She picked up little Mason who had fallen asleep.

“Let’s all go to bed now.  Jesus doesn’t have to sleep, and He’ll be up all night taking care of everything.”

 

Author:

I am a mother, grandmother, nanny, and writer—with a passionate concern about children, all children. With the help of my son Travis (who has a graduate degree in apologetics) I hope to share some thoughts that will be helpful to all who have the same concern.

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