Moral
to the Story:
Easter is not just a day filled with bright colors, sweet treats, and hidden
eggs—it is the celebration of the most powerful moment in human history, when
Jesus rose from the dead to bring hope to the world.
Though He was innocent and full of love, Jesus gave His life on the cross to
take away our sins and show us the depth of God’s grace.
Three days later, He rose from the grave, proving that God’s love is stronger
than death and that we, too, can have eternal life through Him.
This is the real meaning of Easter—a story of sacrifice, forgiveness, and the
promise of forever love for everyone who believes.
In a quiet meadow filled with
blooming daisies, fluttering butterflies, and buzzing bees, lived a cheerful
bunny named Ellie. Ellie had the softest gray fur, a cotton-ball tail, and big
floppy ears that twitched whenever she was curious, which was almost all the
time.
Ellie loved springtime more than any
other season. The flowers smelled sweet, the sky was painted with sunshine, and
her friends were always ready to play. But this spring felt different.
Decorations were going up. Colorful eggs were everywhere. Baskets with bows
popped up on porches. Even the birds chirped, “Happy Easter!”
“What is Easter really about?” Ellie
asked one afternoon, her nose twitching with wonder. “Is it just about eggs and
candy?”
“That’s a great question,” said
Tucker the Turtle, who was slowly making his way toward the big oak tree where
Mr. Owl often perched.
Lily the Lamb, fluffy and
bright-eyed, trotted over. “Let’s go ask Mr. Owl. He knows everything!”
The friends—all excited and a bit
confused—gathered beneath the great oak, where Mr. Owl was already waiting,
blinking his wise golden eyes.
“You’ve come to ask about Easter,
haven’t you?” he said with a slow nod, as if he had been expecting them.
“Yes!” chirped Charlie the Chick.
“Is it all about chocolate bunnies and egg hunts?”
Mr. Owl gave a soft laugh. “Those
are fun traditions, but Easter is about something far more important. It’s
about the most powerful and loving thing that ever happened.”
Ellie leaned in, her ears flopping
forward. “What happened?”
“Long, long ago,” Mr. Owl began,
“there was a man named Jesus. He wasn’t just any man—He was the Son of God,
sent to Earth to show us how to live, how to love, and how to find our way back
to God.”
The animals gathered closer.
“Jesus healed the sick, fed the
hungry, and forgave people no one else would. He was kind and good and full of
love,” Mr. Owl continued. “But some people didn’t like how Jesus taught love
instead of rules, and peace instead of power. So they arrested Him, made fun of
Him, and nailed Him to a wooden cross.”
The meadow grew very quiet.
“He didn’t fight back. He gave His
life to take away our sins,” Mr. Owl said gently. “His friends buried Him in a
cave—a tomb—with a heavy stone rolled in front.”
Ellie’s eyes were big with sadness.
“That’s the end?” she whispered.
Mr. Owl smiled, a twinkle returning
to his eyes. “Oh no, little one. That’s the beginning of the most wonderful
part.”
The breeze blew gently through the
tree branches, and the animals listened with hope.
“Three days later, early in the
morning, some women went to the tomb to care for Jesus’ body. But when they got
there, the stone had been rolled away. The tomb was empty. Jesus was gone.”
“Gone?” Lily asked. “Someone took
Him?”
“No,” Mr. Owl said. “Jesus had
risen. He came back to life—just as He said He would.”
“He… He beat death?” Tucker asked
slowly.
“Yes,” said Mr. Owl. “Jesus showed
us that God’s love is more powerful than anything—even death. Because He lives,
we can have new life too. He promised that one day, everyone who believes in
Him will live forever in a place with no tears and no pain.”
The animals sat quietly, their
hearts filled with something warm and wonderful.
“So Easter is about Jesus coming
back to life?” Ellie asked.
Mr. Owl nodded. “Exactly. That’s why
Easter is so joyful. It’s about hope. About love. About new life. The eggs and
candy are symbols—but Jesus is the reason we celebrate.”
Charlie fluttered his tiny wings.
“So when we see the flowers bloom and the trees turn green again, it’s like a
reminder that life always wins?”
“Well said, Charlie,” Mr. Owl
replied.
Ellie stood up, her little heart
full. “I want to do something special for Easter—not just hunt for eggs.”
“Me too,” said Lily. “Let’s make a
card for Jesus. Or draw pictures of the empty tomb!”
Charlie chirped, “Let’s tell all the
other animals that Jesus is alive!”
The friends spent the whole
afternoon creating. Ellie used dandelions and petals to form a heart on the
grass. Charlie pecked out “Jesus Lives!” in the dirt with his tiny feet. Lily
made a crown out of daffodils, while Tucker carved a little wooden cross with
his strong turtle claws.
As the sun dipped low and the stars
began to twinkle, the meadow felt different—peaceful, holy, alive.
Ellie looked at the sky and
whispered, “Thank you, Jesus, for loving us so much. Thank You for Easter.”
That night, as she snuggled into her
nest of leaves and soft moss, Ellie felt a joy unlike anything she’d ever
known. Not because of candy or gifts, but because her heart understood the
truth.
And the truth was beautiful.
Moral to the story poem:
Easter is a time of joy and light,
Not just for candy or bright colors.
It’s the story of Jesus, who died and then rose,
To bring us life and love that forever flows.
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