A mother of a 9 year old boy, Mark, received a phone call in the 
middle of the afternoon. It was the teacher from her son's school. 

"Mrs. Smith, something unusual happened today in your son's third 
grade class. Your son did something that surprised me so much that I 
thought you should know about it immediately." 

Mother seldom want to hear from their child's teacher in the middle 
of the day. The mother was uneasy and nervous by such a beginning to 
a phone call. "What now?" the mother wondered. 

The teacher continued, "I have been teaching for many years and 
nothing like this has happened until now. This morning I was teaching 
a lesson on creative writing. And as I always do, I tell the story of 
the ant and the grasshopper. The ant works hard all summer and stores 
up plenty of food. But the grasshopper plays all summer and does no 
work. 

Then winter comes. The grasshopper begins to starve because he has no 
food. So he hops to the ants house and begins to beg. 'Please Mr. 
Ant, you have much food please let me eat, too.' Now boys and girls 
your job is to write the ending to the story. 

Your son, Mark, raised his hand. "Teacher, may I draw a picture?" 

"Well, yes, Mark, if you like, you may draw a picture. But first you 
must write the ending to the story." 

The papers came in. As in all the years past, most of the students 
said that the ant shared his food through the winter and both the ant 
and the grasshopper lived. 

As always, a few children said, 'The ant said, "No, Mr. Grasshopper. 
You should have worked in the summer and not played. Now, I have just 
enough food for myself." So the ant lived and the grasshopper died. 

But your son ended the story in a way different from any other child, 
ever. He wrote, "So the ant gave all of his food to the grasshopper; 
the grasshopper lived through the winter. But the ant died." 

And the picture? 
At the bottom of the page, Mark had drawn three crosses. "He gave 
everything to us so that we might live; but Jesus died."