Hope at Sunrise: An Easter Story
by Josephine Ken-Enwerem
Chapter 1: Grannie’s Pancakes and Goodbye
Jeremy’s granny was his favorite storyteller. Every weekend, they’d make pancakes and pudding in her sunlit kitchen, her hands guiding him as she helped him crack the eggs while still telling him the story about brave knights. But her stories about Jesus were his favorite — especially the one where He made storms calm and children laugh. When Granny’s hands grew too frail to crack an egg for pancakes, Jeremy would sit by her armchair, listening to her whisper, “Remember, Jesus loves you always.”
Then, one chilly spring morning, Granny closed her eyes for the last time. Jeremy’s heart felt like a rippled stream. At the funeral, two days before Good Friday, he held tight to his mother’s hand, staring at the casket covered in lilies. “Why can’t she wake up?” he asked, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Chapter 2: The Story in the Garden
After the burial, Jeremy wandered into Granny’s backyard, now blooming with daffodils she’d planted. His dad found him there, tracing a stick in the dirt.
“Granny loved Easter,” Dad said softly, sitting beside him. “Do you know why?”
Jeremy shook his head.
“A long time ago, Jesus died on a cross, like today — Good Friday. Everyone thought it was the end. But three days later …” Dad paused, pointing at a butterfly drifting past, “He came back to life! He beat death forever.”
Jeremy’s eyes widened. “So … He’s alive?”
“Yes. And Granny believed that. When we love Jesus, death isn’t the end. It’s like … closing your eyes here and waking up in heaven beside Him.”
Chapter 3: The Empty Tomb and a Full Heart
On Easter morning, Jeremy stood in church, clutching a wilted daffodil from Granny’s garden. The pastor spoke about the empty tomb, and Jeremy pictured Jesus stepping into sunlight, scars and all, smiling like He’d just won a great battle.
After the service, Jeremy tugged his mom’s sleeve. “Granny’s really with Jesus? Like alive? Alive?”
“Yes, sweetheart. And one day, we’ll see her again.” She hugged him tight.
Chapter 4: Balloons and Butterflies
That afternoon, Jeremy scribbled a note: “Dear Granny, save me a cookie. Love, Jeremy.” He tied it to a blue balloon (her favorite color) and let it soar into the sky. As it vanished, a butterfly fluttered near his shoulder, orange wings glowing in the sun.
Jeremy grinned. Maybe Easter wasn’t just about eggs and bunnies. It was a promise — that goodbyes aren’t forever, and love outlasts even death.
That night, he whispered to the stars, “Tell Granny I’m not sad anymore. Jesus fixed it.”
And somewhere, he knew she was smiling.
About the Author
Josephine Ken-Enwerem is a pharmacist, writer, and Christian storyteller passionate about inspiring young minds with faith-filled narratives. She is a Nigerian. She is a children’s Sunday school teacher at church and hosts a Saturday Bible club for kids in her neighborhood. Josephine is happily married with three kids: one girl and two boys.
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