A good boy named Eli used to live in a quiet village surrounded by gentle breezes and lush hills. Eli loved many things, like helping his mother with the cooking, climbing trees, and chasing butterflies, but most of all, he loved visiting a calm garden outside of town.
The garden was surrounded by tall olive trees, bright flowers, and birds that sang beautiful songs all day. But what really set the garden apart was the man who came there often—Jesus.
Jesus was compassionate, loving, and kind. In addition to helping the poor and healing the sick, he shared heartwarming stories about God and His unending love. Eli would sit at Jesus’ feet and listen carefully. Even if he didn’t understand everything, his heart was always at peace.
One evening, as the sun was setting, Eli noticed the adults in the village whispering. People looked worried and sad. A few were crying. Then Eli heard the heartbreaking news—soldiers had taken Jesus away.
The next day, Eli learned that Jesus had been crucified. He couldn’t understand why someone so good would be hurt. His heart was broken. That afternoon, he walked slowly to the garden. Near the back, a big stone had been rolled in front of a small cave. People said Jesus had been buried there.
Eli placed a small flower beside the stone. He sat quietly and whispered, “I miss you, Jesus.”
The garden felt still. Even the birds seemed to stop singing.
Three days passed.
On the third morning, the sun rose bright and warm. Eli returned with another flower. But something was different—the stone had been rolled away!
Eli ran to the cave and looked inside. It was empty.
“Where is Jesus?” he cried.
Suddenly, a gentle light filled the garden. Eli turned and saw a man under the olive trees. His eyes were kind, and he smiled.
“Don’t be afraid,” the man said. “Jesus is not here. He is alive!”
“Alive? But… he died!” Eli said, amazed.
“Yes,” the man replied. “But He has risen, just as He promised.”
Eli’s heart was as bright as the sun after a storm. “Jesus is alive!” he said as he hurried back to the hamlet. He’s still alive!
To listen, people came out of their houses. Some people laughed, some sobbed, and some gave their kids tight hugs. Everyone thought that something really unique had occurred.
The garden was once again a happy place after that day. Eli came often, to grin, not to weep. The flowers were more vibrant. The birds began to sing more loudly. And Eli was aware that love will always triumph, even under the most difficult circumstances.
Every spring, when flowers bloom and birds sing, children still tell the story of Eli, the garden, and the stone that rolled away. They remember that Easter is not just about chocolate eggs and bunnies—but about hope, new life, and the greatest love of all.
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