This is the generation that will abolish abortion

Troy, OH Passes Special Law To Stop Stand True From Chalking Pro-life Messages During Strawberry Festival

Last night Stand True President, Bryan Kemper, the Stand True Missionaries and some of Bryan’s children were approached by the Troy, OH Police Department while they were sidewalk chalking. We were told that we could not do this because Troy, OH passed a special law that is only in effect for 4 days to stop Stand True from sidewalk chlaking. In the ordinance passed to permit the Strawberry Festival in downtown Troy, OH it included this “SECTION VII: That no person shall write, paint, chalk or otherwise permanently or temporarily deface or mark on the public streets, sidewalks, alleys or other public areas in the event area, as shown on “Exhibit A” attached hereto, from 9:00 PM on Thursday, June 5, 2014 through 7:00AM on Monday, June 9, 2014″

I talked with the police and got information on the ordinance and showed them an opinion from the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals concerning free speech at city festivals. I agreed to stop chalking last night until I could talk to my lawyers.

We intend to enter the festival which is on the public streets and sidewalks of Troy, OH with a large life development display on Saturday. We will be joined by Created Equal to show the display and distribute literature. The Police Captain told me last night he does not care about that, only about the chalking.

The Alliance Defending Freedom attorneys have advised that we do not chalk for now and get the police to say on video that we are not permitted.

We will keep you posted on our activities and outreach this weekend in Troy, OH.


On a good note, we had already chalked most of downtown when they told us to stop.

As I was typing this story the Police Captain came by and we talked about the situation, he assured me we will not be stopped from passing out literature and doing our life development display. Unfortunately, they picked our missionary house as the place to put all the port-a-potties.

Here are some more photos from last night.



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My Abortion Story – A feminist perspective from the teen of a teen mom.

In a half-asleep daze, with my abdomen in knots, I stumbled to the bathroom, fell to my knees, and began throwing up into the toilet. After a few heaves jolted me fully awake, I sensed someone standing behind me. Before I could turn my head to confirm my suspicions, my mother’s delicate hands swept past my cheeks and lightly pulled my hair out of my face.

In that moment I felt like a little girl again – cared for, watched over.

No matter how bad things were growing up, my mother always gave me as much unconditional love as any two parents combined. Oftentimes, our unshakeable familial love was all we had.

She helped me up to the sink. As I began rinsing my mouth, she eyed my midsection as if expecting to see something. I rolled my eyes and assured her it was just a bug, probably something I ate the night before. “I am not pregnant!” I said.

In my mind though, I knew she wasn’t the only one I was trying to convince. I was only 16, and my on-again, off-again boyfriend had started using drugs again – this time more than just recreationally. As I stared into the sink, my hand nervously jostling the toothbrush around my mouth, my mother disappeared.

I wanted nothing more than to shut down my brain and push these anxieties as far out of my mind as possible. I climbed back into the reassuring comfort of my warm bed. As my eyes grew heavy, the hum of my fan lulled me back to sleep.

What must have been hours later, since the sun was shining through my window, my mother walked back into my room and gently placed her hand on my arm. “I need you to get up and pee,” she said. What? When did I suddenly become a toddler again, in need of reminders for this sort of thing? That’s when I rubbed my eyes open and noticed the Dixie cup and tiny white stick resting in the palm of her hand.

Immediately, my heart plunged down to the base of my spine. No! Was this really happening? I reassured myself that there was nothing to discover, and so with the last sliver of blissful ignorance I would ever have, I scooped up the cup and did as I was told.

When I returned from the bathroom, I handed over the paper cup and I found my way back to the warmth of my bed. I could only see the lower half of my mother’s body as she leaned over the sink. And just as my head rediscovered the pillow I saw her rock back on her heels, letting out a slow and steady sigh. Surely, she couldn’t tell anything yet.

“How long do those things normally take?” I asked.

“Three and a half minutes,” she replied.

But before I could relish my relief, she finished, “But it only took 30 seconds.”

And then, my world imploded.

As I wailed into my mother’s embrace, all I wanted was to rip my stomach out of my body, or better yet leave my body behind all together, for someone else to deal with.

How could I have done this? I knew better. I knew better.

I knew the damage being a single teenage mother would do to a child, because I was that child. My mother was only 19 when she became pregnant with me. She was a sophomore at the University of Texas with such a bright future ahead of her when I came along. Because of me, our lives were racked with hardships. Was I prepared to put an innocent child through that, seeing as I was little more than a child myself?

The following days were a blur, and so many choices lay ahead of me. Being single and 16, it seemed only logical to have an abortion – at least to other people. Every time someone suggested it, though, I would flinch. Didn’t they realize all of the reasons they were giving that I should abort were the very same reasons my mother should have had an abortion? Didn’t they realize every time they said I’d be better off without this baby, they were saying the world would be better off without me?

I was spared from death and, while life hadn’t always been perfect, it was much better than the alternative. Who was I to take the life of this child, brought into the world by no fault of his own? I felt like I would have been a coward to make such a choice. And if my mother had taught me anything, it was how to be strong. No matter how many times life kicked us down, we got right back up.

This was no different. I wasn’t going to let the world tell me how weak I was, how this precious child was going to ruin me, how miserable we would be because of our circumstances. I knew since my mother was strong enough to choose me, I was strong enough to choose him.

Thirteen years later I look back on that time and I see how much I’ve grown, how much this child has changed me for the better. It’s hard to remember that day’s fear and the panic now. The only time I feel those emotions is when I realize how easy it would have been to buy into the lie the doubters told me and lost my child forever.

I panic when I imagine my life without this kid.

I feel scared for women going through crisis pregnancies with less support than I had. My heart breaks for the girls who choose abortion because, rather than believing they are strong enough, they’re told, “You can’t.”

If you want to know where the “stigma” surrounding abortion comes from, it is from pregnant women being told they are not good enough, strong enough, or woman enough to be a mother. It’s not the pressure society puts on women to carry children in less than desirable circumstances; it’s the fact that they know when they make the choice to abort they are accepting defeat. They are denying the biological awesomeness their bodies are capable of, and the inherent strength they have to turn “a mistake” into the best thing that will ever happen to them.

So, until you find a way to rid us of the sense of our own feminine strength, you will never be able to remove the stigma of abortion, which denies it.

*Oh, and as you can probably see, not all abortion stories have to end in abortion, some can end like this…

Destiny Herndon-DeLaRosa – New Wave Feminists 

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2014 Stand True Pro-life Mission Team and Summer Schedule – the generation that will abolish abortion.


Can you donate $25, $50, $100, $500 or any amount to help Stand True educate, activate and equip this generation? – If you can donate please do so at

Donations can also be mailed to Stand True – PO Box 890 – Troy, OH 45373 or call 540-538-2581 to donate by phone.

Kate Prain – Oxford, MI

Eddie Fite – Morton, Pennsylvania

Sarah Strubel – Blaine, Minnesota

Joshua Clubb – Melbourne, Australia

Mary Kimball – Gallatin, Tennessee 

Follow the team all summer, here is the tentative schedule:

June 1 Team arrives in Troy

June 2 – 5 Training in Troy, OH

June 6Prep for Strawberry Festival Troy, OH

June 7-8 Strawberry Festival Outreach Troy, OH

June 9 - Day off

June 10 – Abortion Clinic Outreaches / Social Media Projects

June 11 – Planned Parenthood Event Protest in Columbus, OH

June 12-13 Abortion Clinic Outreaches / Social Media Projects

June 14 BBQ in Troy, OH with local pro-lifers

June 15 Day off

June 17 – 20 Office/Social Media Project Days

June 21 Protest Planned Parenthood Fundraiser in Dayton, OH

June 22 Day off

June 23-24 Prep for NRLC conference

June 25 Travel to Louisville, Kentucky

June 26-28 NRLC Convention in Louisville, Kentucky

June 29 Travel to Troy, OH

June 30 Prep for Bryan going to train youth at Survivors Pro-life Summer Camp

July 1 -5 Break for team Bryan at Survivors Pro-life Summer Camp

July 6 – 7 Office time/Social Media/Practice Speeches

July 8 Prep for NC Outreach

July 9 Travel to Charlotte, NC

July 10 – 12 Outreach in Charlotte, NC with Clinic outreach and Youth Rally.

July 13 – Travel to Troy, OH

July 14 Prep for CEC

July 15 Drive to Kansas

July 16 – 18 CEC Convocation in Olathe Kansas

July 19 Drive to Troy OH

July 20 Day off

July 21 – 25 Clinic Outreach / Social Media Projects

July 26 – 27 Days off

July 28 – 31 Clinic Outreach / Social Media Projects

August 1 Clinic Outreach

August 2 Prep for Soulfest

August 3 Drive to Staten Island

August 4 Morning activism in NYC – Afternoon off in City

August 5 Spend day at PFL office for training.

August 6 Pastoral Team meeting at PFL

August 6 Evening drive to NH for Soulfest

August 7 – 9 Soulfest in Gilford, NH

August 10 – Drive to Buffalo

August 11 Outreach in Buffalo, NY with Clinic Outreach and Youth Rally

August 12 Drive to Troy, OH

August 13 Day off

August 14 – 18 Debrief and prepare to go home

Can you donate $25, $50, $100, $500 or any amount to help Stand True educate, activate and equip this generation? – If you can donate please do so at

Donations can also be mailed to Stand True – PO Box 890 – Troy, OH 45373 or call 540-538-2581 to donate by phone.


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Former Stand True Pro-life Missionary saves a baby and is now adopting that baby.

In 2006 I had picked our summer mission team, sent out all of the acceptance letters and was preparing for them to all arrive when a phone call came in. Ashley was just wondering when we were going to make our decision on her application? I was frantically looking around while she was on the phone because I had never seen her application; I was wondering what might have happened to it. As we were talking I noticed something between the shelves in the office and sure enough it was her application. It had fallen out of the mail tray and been lost.

After reading it over and talking to this young woman who was so anxious to do pro-life mission work, I decided to add one more person to the team. What a journey it has been for Ashley as she now finds herself married with a child and about to adopt a baby she helped save from abortion. I asked Ashley to write a little about her journey, here is what she said:

“Abortion”. That was the topic I got assigned in my political science class in High School. For our final in class, we had to give an oral debate in favor or opposition of a social justice issue. I was hoping to get something easier, something I knew more about. When I first researched abortion, I interviewed someone from Planned Parenthood in Delaware, my home state. She went on and on about trusting women to make the best decisions for themselves. I bought it.

That night I came home and my Dad asked me how my project was coming along. I told him I was pro-choice, to which he responded, “Ok, well do me a favor before you make up your mind. I want you to Google pictures of abortion.” Rolling my eyes, I sat down at the computer. I remember weeping, tears soaking my cheeks and shirt, trembling at the sight of these precious little babies ripped limb from limb on my computer screen. That night, my life changed forever.

A week later I searched “Pro life mission trips” on the computer and found Stand True. After looking through pictures and listening to audio recordings of Bryan’s talks, I found a link to apply for a summer internship. I applied immediately. That summer, in 2006, I traveled with 7 other young people in a van to Christian music festivals all over the United States sharing the prolife message. I was super immature and probably totally annoying as I was only 16. God grabbed ahold of me that summer. He exposed me to Christians who shared both the prolife and prochoice positions. He gave me to my teammates who poured into me as a young woman. He brought me great training from Bryan. More specifically I remember Bryan asking us to put together a pro-life talk. I was so scared.

For three minutes I had to defend the preborn through cases of rape, health and life of the mother. Did I mention we were in a Coffee shop parking lot while I gave my speech?! Talk about super nervous, but I think I did well.

Ashley sidewalk counseling at an abortion mill in Brussels Belgium.

That summer God opened my eyes. I was exposed to the evil of abortion, and to the great need of revolutionaries to rise up and take back their generation. I received my calling that summer from the Lord: to fight abortion, to educate and activate the youth of this great nation to end this culture of death.

I went on from tour that summer to intern with Rock for Life for a couple of years and then eventually was recruited by Kortney Blythe at the March for Life in 2008. I moved to California and went on tour with Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust for 3 years and then met the man of my dreams. Charles and I got married in 2012, and got pregnant with our honeymoon baby! Riley, our little girl was born a year later in 2013. God is so good in how he provides for us when we are faithful and obedient to his call. I will always be thankful for that summer in 2006, what God taught me through the work of Stand True, the desire and strength to fight this great battle for the pre-born.

Ashley and Charles must raise $7,000 to pay for this adoption and they have already raised over $5,800, they only need $1,200 more. Please consider helping them reach that goal today.

For 11 years Stand True has been training up young people to be the generation that will abolish abortion. Every summer we put together a team of amazing young people like Ashley who want to be educated, equipped and activated to go and shine their light in this world.

In just one week the 2014 Stand True Summer Mission Team will arrive in Troy, OH to start their adventure this year. After helping Ashley and Charles with this adoption, if you are able, please consider a donation to Stand True to help us feed, house, train and equip this years team.

Can you donate $25, $50, $100, $500 or any amount to help Stand True educate, activate and equip this generation? – If you can donate please do so at

Donations can also be mailed to Stand True – PO Box 890 – Troy, OH 45373 or call 540-538-2581 to donate by phone.

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My two-hour flight sitting next to the Republican US Senator who made the mistake of telling me he is pro-choice.

Yesterday I was on such a high as I left Washington, DC, having been part of a huge rally and speaking on a panel that included some of the nation’s biggest pro-life leaders, several US Congressmen and Senator Ted Cruz. It was an amazing day of pro-life unity as we all stood in support of our lawsuit against the Obamacare HHS Mandate.

When I first got on the plane, a woman stopped traffic in the aisle when she saw my “I am the generation that will abolish abortion” t-shirt and tried to debate me. Predictably, she used the age-old “coat hanger” argument to try and justify killing babies. It is almost an embarrassment in my opinion as that is tantamount to saying we need to continue to legalize homicide using guns to make sure people don’t use knives to commit homicide.

I quickly wrote about the conversation and posted it to Facebook before they told us to turn our phones to airplane mode. I was ready to just sit and watch the news but my monitor was broken, now I know why.

I began to talk to the man sitting across the aisle from me and was very intrigued by him at first. I noticed that the flight attendant knew who he was and made a comment about liking him even if he was a Republican. He was wearing a Naval jacket and was noticeably disabled.

He introduced himself, Mark Kirk, US Senator for the state of Illinois. This was the Republican Senator who took President Obama’s seat. He told me about his service in the Navy and I told him my son wants to be in the Coast Guard. He talked about how important the human trafficking issue is to him and how he has vowed to fight it.

I proceeded to give him my testimony of being a former drug addict and explained how I was involved in the occult and came to Christ in 1987. I shared with him how important God is to me and then told him about my work with Stand True and Priests for Life.

The conversation was going well, I was showing him pictures of my kids and he shared how he wished he had a daughter to spoil. Then I asked him a single question: how do you vote on pro-life issues? He smiled and said he voted on the opposite side as me.

I first asked him how he could justify saying that he wants to protect young children from being trafficked but then vote to allow killing them in their mother’s womb. I explained to him that there is no difference in the humanity of a child in the womb and a child being trafficked. I went through some basic scientific facts and explained that whether someone was a Zygote, Embryo, Fetus, Infant, Toddler, Teenager or an Adult; that person is always a human being and deserves protection.

He tried to say he was just being wise because he knows how liberal politics are in Illinois and he needed to keep his seat. He said it was very tricky, sort of like threading a needle. He kept talking about politics and how his seat will be the most targeted Republican seat in the next election.

So I asked him if keeping that seat was more important to him than doing what is right? I asked if he would be willing to lose it if he could end child trafficking and he said no. He talked about how important serving his country was to him and I told him serving God is more important.

I point blank asked him which came first to him, God or country? He said country.

I explained to him that nothing can come before God and that I would give up everything I had including my life to be able to see an end to abortion.

He then tried to say that he felt it was important for people to keep their liberties. I asked how then can he justify killing almost 3,500 people every day, what about their liberties? He talked about how some people disagree with me and we cannot change what has already been done. I then asked him about the Dred Scott decision and explained that many people thought it was ok to own black people as property. I told him just as we had to undo Dred Scott we must undo Roe vs. Wade.

The flight was ending and we had to prepare for landing. I was thinking about the contrast between Senator Ted Cruz who I had spoken with earlier that day and respect so highly and this Senator for whom I have lost all respect.

As I stood up to get my bag and get off the flight I turned back to Senator Kirk and pleaded with him one more time to do the right thing and vote for life and he said he has to vote the other way. I told him that it is never too late to change and that standing for life is paramount. He smiled and I just begged him one more time to put God first and stand for life.

I have not been able to stop thinking about this since last night, what an amazing position of power this man has and he is using it to destroy human life because he wants to keep that power. He used the example of threading a needle; maybe he needs to read Matthew 19:24 “Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God.”

I will be praying for Senator Kirk and praying for more Christians to be put in his path with the courage to be a light and share the truth with him.

Bryan Kemper

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Emily films the murder of her child for the world to see and calls it “cool”.

Emily decided after becoming a mother that she was not ready to have children. Her response? She decided to have an abortion and film it for the world to see.

This video is disturbing to say the least; what you will see is the pre-meditated murder of an innocent human being. One of the most disturbing parts of the video is when the murder is over, Emily says “cool.” I wanted to vomit when I heard that.

Emily knows that what she did was to kill a baby, she admits it at the end of the video. She proclaims that now she knows she can “make a baby.”  She knew this was a baby.

Emily did this to show the world how easy it is to hire someone to kill your baby and how she has no regrets. Her goal is to de-stigmatize abortion, to make people believe that it is not an act of murder but just a “cool” choice pregnant women can make.

Emily knows that abortion is being exposed for what it is. Emily knows that more and more of this generation understands that abortion is the murder of a human being. Emily knows that even the “pro-choice” side admits that the fetus is a human being. Emily knows that women do regret their abortions and are speaking out more and more about that regret.

Ministries like Silent No More are giving women and men that voice to share with the world the devastation they feel when they realize what they have done. I highly encourage everyone to go to their web site and listen to the testimonies of these courageous men and women who are speaking out.

I don’t hate Emily; my heart actually breaks for her. I am just like her, a sinner who can only find the Hope I need in Christ. I know that Emily is someone’s daughter and as a father I hurt for the lost grandchild her father will never hold. As a Christian I grieve for the state of her soul and her eternal path. I will commit to praying for Emily and for her to find the Hope that is only found in our Savior, Jesus Christ.

What can we take away from this video?

This morning I sat at a coffee shop and listened to a table of older men talking about religion, spirituality and the existence of God. From what I heard it seemed as if they were not Christians but espousing some new age beliefs in reincarnation and astrology. I prayed and asked God for the right words to say to them and slowly approached their table.

I introduced myself and apologized for interrupting them and explained about how I had overheard their conversation. I told them I just wanted to share my thoughts on the afterlife and God. I explained to them that as someone who has messed around with the Occult and spent so many years searching for the answers in drugs that the only Hope I found was in Christ.

Then I saw the smiles on their faces; they were part of a Catholic men’s discussion group who meet every Tuesday morning and were just discussing these issues. They invited me to join them and we had an amazing conversation. I have been invited to join them every week and cannot wait for next Tuesday.

My point is that in a world that is bathed in darkness and wallowing in the pit of despair, we must be bold about sharing the light of Christ who can lift us out of that pit. – Psalms 40:2 He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay; And he set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

This darkness can be defeated, it cannot exist if we shine the Light of Christ boldly with our lives and our witness. Have you allowed the light of Christ to shine from you today? Who knows if that young girl sitting alone in the coffee shop is the next Emily and is just waiting for someone to love her enough to offer the Hope that is Christ.

Bryan Kemper

Here is the video Emily made.

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Monday, Bloody Monday

Have you ever heard the song “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” by U2? I rewrote it about Monday, Bloody Monday (January 22, 1973 – Roe vs Wade):

Monday, Bloody Monday

I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes
And make it go away
How long…
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long…
’cause tonight…we can be as one

Broken dream under the doctor’s feet
Bodies thrown into the clinic’s sink
Won’t you heed the battle call?
It puts your back up
Puts your back up against the wall

Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, Bloody Monday

And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, fathers
Torn apart

Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, Bloody Monday

How long…
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long…
’cause tonight…we can be as one

Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, Bloody Monday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your fears away
Oh, wipe your fears away
Stand up and cry today
(Monday, Bloody Monday)
Oh, raise your voice today
(Monday, Bloody Monday)

Monday, Bloody Monday (Monday, Bloody Monday)
Monday, Bloody Monday (Monday, Bloody Monday)

And it’s true we are blind
When fact is fiction and silence reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

(Monday, Bloody Monday)

The real battle just begun
Let’s claim the victory that Jesus Won

Monday Bloody Monday
Monday Bloody Monday…

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Amber’s Dreams

Amber’s Dreams – By Bryan Kemper (I wrote this 22 years ago, it’s a shame we are still fighting this)

Little Amber in pig tails

Skipping rope in the sun
Playing in the meadows
Running through the fields
Lemonade Stand on the corner
Barbies all dressed up
Little dolly in her arms
Amber’s dreaming of future plans

Little Amber growing up
Starting Jr. High School
Giggling with her friends
Talking on the phone
Passing notes in English class
Starting to notice boys
Baby-sitting on weekends
Amber’s dreaming of future plans

Little Amber in her dress
Prom is coming soon
She looked so beautiful
As she stood daydreaming
High school almost over
Maybe someday marriage
Amber’s dreaming of future plans

Little Amber all in tears
She’d made a grave mistake
She listened to their lies
And taken their advice
Her heart ripped in pieces
Childhood dreams destroyed
They killed her baby today
Amber’s dream is in a garbage can


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Who Cares If They Are Burning Babies in Oregon?

Who cares? Seriously why do people care that this power plant is burning “medical waste”, “products of conception” or “parasites”? If there is nothing wrong with abortion and this material is not remains of human beings then why the big stink? Why not just burn it all and save everyone money on their electric bill? WHY? Because deep down they know how horrific this is and that these are human babies.

According to the County Board of Commissioners said ““We are outraged and disgusted that this material could be included in medical waste received at the facility,” said Commissioner Janet Carlson. “We did not know this practice was occurring until today. We are taking immediate action and initiating discussions with Covanta Marion to make certain that this type of medical waste is not accepted in the future.”

There can only be this outrage if you recognize the humanity of the aborted babies, otherwise there is no problem here. If this bothered you and you are pro-choice then you need to rethink your position.

Read the whole article here.


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Jeremy was born with a twisted body, a slow mind and a chronic, terminal illness…. This is my favorite Easter story, I weep every time I read it.

Jeremy was born with a twisted body, a slow mind and a chronic, terminal illness that had been slowly killing him all his young life. Still, his parents had tried to give him as normal a life as possible and had sent him to St. Theresa’s elementary school. At the age of 12, Jeremy was only 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 irritated his teacher. 

One day, she called his parents and asked them to come to St. Teresa’s for a consultation. As the Foresters sat quietly in 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 left, staring at the snow outside the window.  Its coldness seemed to seep into her soul.  She wanted to sympathize with the Foresters.  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 or write.  Why spend any more time trying? As she pondered the situation, guilt washed over her. “Oh God,” she said aloud, “here I am complaining when my problems are nothing compared with that poor family!  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, loudly enough for the whole class to hear.  The other children snickered, and Doris’s face turned red.  She stammered, “wh-why, that’s very nice, Jeremy.  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 just 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 arms. “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 turns into a beautiful butterfly.  Yes, that is 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 the 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 exclaimed.  “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 school yard, Doris cried. The cold inside her melted completely away.

Three months later Jeremy died.  Those who paid their respects at the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, ……………….all of them empty.

If this wonderful story has touched you, pass it on.  Take care and treasure the times with those you love…

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