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The Easterville Miracle
Just as a little boy named Sam and an old man named Henry remind the town of Easterville, best-selling author Melody Carlson reminds us as well that the true meaning of Easter is not Easter bonnets, baskets, colored eggs, candy, or decorations, but the story of the Cross.
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First published March 1, 2004
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About the author
Melody Carlson
418 books3,252 followersMelody Carlson is the award-winning author of over two hundred books, several of them Christmas novellas from Revell, including her much-loved and bestselling book, The Christmas Bus.
She also writes many teen books, including the Diary of a Teenage Girl series, the TrueColors series, and the Carter House Girls series.
Melody was nominated for a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award in the inspirational market for her books, including the Notes from a Spinning Planet series and Finding Alice, which is in production as a Lifetime Television movie. She and her husband serve on the Young Life adult committee in central Oregon.
She also writes many teen books, including the Diary of a Teenage Girl series, the TrueColors series, and the Carter House Girls series.
Melody was nominated for a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award in the inspirational market for her books, including the Notes from a Spinning Planet series and Finding Alice, which is in production as a Lifetime Television movie. She and her husband serve on the Young Life adult committee in central Oregon.
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April 18, 2019
I so liked this rhyming-based bible story on the shelf
That I decided to compose a bit of poetry myself!
In a town far away there was a little town called Easterville
This curious town was located at the base of a tall, tall hill.
The people there were very square because they didn't know
Why the town was named what it was or why it was so low.
But every spring they prepared candy and bunny rabbits
To celebrate their life-long ingrained habits.
They bought new clothes, shoes, hats and bonnets,
And fancy new suits and ties and a dress with lace upon it.
But one little boy named Sam was troubled and confused,
His suit was not cozy, nor was he at all amused.
"This is crazy," fretted Sam. "There has to be a reason
For us to rejoice each year and mark the Easter season.
The oldest woman in the town told Sam to climb the hill
"Talk to Henry," she said. "I think he's living still."
An ancient man answered the door and invited him to see
His humble home, sit and talk awhile, and just be.
Sam asked the man "What is Easter all about?
The people in town all laughed and called me a lout
Because I don't understand what's the big to-do,
That's why I decided to come and ask you!"
The old man said, "There is a reason and what a tale,
Others will not listen; however, I know it well.
Lend an ear, while I tell you about God's Only Son
Who was sent to the earth, Jesus Christ, the One.
He came to earth to suffer, bleed, and die,
And to be resurrected the third day on high,
That we might not suffer if we would believe and repent."
Sam was amazed that such a man would never relent
And turn away from us with His marvelous love
Therefore, we can neither turn from Him above.
We need a reminder of why we celebrate in spring.
It's Jesus. His praises we should sing!"
Sam then asked, "There must be something we can do
To help folks remember and share this truth anew."
Then the elderly man asked Sam to help share his plan
To gather rocks and stack them, because he was an old man.
They worked awhile, then Sam lay down and snoozed.
The next morning, Easter, he was full of the blues,
The old man and his house were gone and he was all alone.
So he slowly trudged down the hill and on the way home,
He was astonished as he spotted a sober, quiet crowd.
All had their eyes fixed on the hill, some whispering aloud,
At a sight they had ne'er seen. "A miracle!" some cried.
It was a reminder of Easter and why Jesus died.
That I decided to compose a bit of poetry myself!
In a town far away there was a little town called Easterville
This curious town was located at the base of a tall, tall hill.
The people there were very square because they didn't know
Why the town was named what it was or why it was so low.
But every spring they prepared candy and bunny rabbits
To celebrate their life-long ingrained habits.
They bought new clothes, shoes, hats and bonnets,
And fancy new suits and ties and a dress with lace upon it.
But one little boy named Sam was troubled and confused,
His suit was not cozy, nor was he at all amused.
"This is crazy," fretted Sam. "There has to be a reason
For us to rejoice each year and mark the Easter season.
The oldest woman in the town told Sam to climb the hill
"Talk to Henry," she said. "I think he's living still."
An ancient man answered the door and invited him to see
His humble home, sit and talk awhile, and just be.
Sam asked the man "What is Easter all about?
The people in town all laughed and called me a lout
Because I don't understand what's the big to-do,
That's why I decided to come and ask you!"
The old man said, "There is a reason and what a tale,
Others will not listen; however, I know it well.
Lend an ear, while I tell you about God's Only Son
Who was sent to the earth, Jesus Christ, the One.
He came to earth to suffer, bleed, and die,
And to be resurrected the third day on high,
That we might not suffer if we would believe and repent."
Sam was amazed that such a man would never relent
And turn away from us with His marvelous love
Therefore, we can neither turn from Him above.
We need a reminder of why we celebrate in spring.
It's Jesus. His praises we should sing!"
Sam then asked, "There must be something we can do
To help folks remember and share this truth anew."
Then the elderly man asked Sam to help share his plan
To gather rocks and stack them, because he was an old man.
They worked awhile, then Sam lay down and snoozed.
The next morning, Easter, he was full of the blues,
The old man and his house were gone and he was all alone.
So he slowly trudged down the hill and on the way home,
He was astonished as he spotted a sober, quiet crowd.
All had their eyes fixed on the hill, some whispering aloud,
At a sight they had ne'er seen. "A miracle!" some cried.
It was a reminder of Easter and why Jesus died.
July 20, 2014
I've had a hard time finding Easter books that aren't all about the Easter bunny, Easter eggs, and chocolates so I was happy that this book was a cute, rhyming story that mentioned the true reason we celebrate.
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