The Story of Jesus, The Lamb of God, as Told by a Preschool Teacher

One of my favorite things about being a preschool teacher is telling stories. I love making up stories as we eat lunch or walk to the playground. Lately, I’ll borrow my students' stuffed toys and incorporate them in my elaborate tales of adventure, redemption, and salvation. You probably didn’t know that Poppy the Troll and Moana could be used to tell the Gospel, but they can. Even Poppy needs love.

So this Easter, I thought what if I could share one of my preschool style tales with my family. Could I explain Jesus in a way that was easy to understand for the children in our family, but also engaging so that I would not get hard boiled eggs thrown at me? At preschool, I have a captive audience but they can still be tough critics. However, I must be doing something right because everyday at lunch they ask, “Can you tell us a story please?”

So here goes:

Jesus is called the Lamb of God. Ever wonder why that is?

A long, long time ago, God loved a man named Abraham and because Abraham was faithful to God, God blessed him. God made a promise to Abraham that his descendants would be as numerous as the stars and through his descendants all the nations would be blessed for from his line would come the Savior of the World – Jesus.

Abraham’s descendants became a great nation called Israel. And the Israelites were God’s chosen people. Soon the Israelites found themselves enslaved by the Egyptians. And the King of Egypt, Pharaoh, was a very bad man who treated the Israelites cruelly.
God sent a hero named Moses to rescue His people
God told Moses, “Go tell that bad Pharaoh to let My people go!”
But Pharaoh said, “NO!”
So, God sent warnings to Pharaoh. He sent a plague of flies, lice, and frogs. Can you imagine waking up to a bed full of frogs? Yuck!
But Pharaoh would not listen. He kept saying, “No! No! No!”
So God said, “Enough is enough. Tonight, I will send an angel of death over Egypt. All the first born sons will be killed.”
God told Moses, “Have My people kill a lamb and put his blood over their doorposts. Have My people stay in their homes and when the angel of death goes by they will be saved by the blood of the lamb.”

The Israelites were saved that day and Pharaoh let them go.

Today, the Jewish people still celebrate that great miracle. They call that day Passover, because death passed over their homes by the saving blood of the lamb.

We, Christians, also celebrate Passover but we call it Good Friday. On Passover, over 2000 years ago, Jesus became the sacrificial lamb on the cross at Calvary. Jesus took the sins of the world on Himself, and by His blood, we have been saved.
On the third day, which we call Easter Sunday, Jesus conquered death! The tomb could not hold Him, and through the shedding of His blood, death has passed over us.

That is why Jesus is called the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.

So this post and prayer is dedicated to my family and friends.

Lord Jesus, thank you for the gift of the cross. Thank you that You have paid the penalty for my sins and by Your stripes I have been healed. Your Word says that to all who believe in You, to all who receive You as Lord and Savior, to us You have given the right to be called Children of God. We serve a risen LORD. You are alive and seated at the right hand of the Father where you have gone before us to prepare a place for us. One day soon, You are going to blow the trumpet in Heaven and step into the clouds and call us to come home where You will receive us unto yourself. We say, “Come, LORD Jesus, come.” Thank you for Your blessings you have poured out on this family, from oldest to youngest to those still in the womb. We ask you to cover every home represented here by the blood of the Lamb so that every person here will dwell under the protection of Your wings. We ask that You keep us united together come what may. If one of us strays, may the rest of us go chase them down and bring them home. We ask Your continued blessing over us in Jesus Name. Amen. 

I’m happy to report no eggs were thrown my way. So, the next time your family gathers together, how about telling them a preschool style tale of how the Lamb of God took away the sins of the world. You can even borrow my Poppy the Troll doll.

Love,
Yolanda