Some things are impossible to...
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Some things are impossible to keep under wraps. A young man walked up the sidewalk toward his home late one Friday afternoon and was greeted by his two children. They laughed and bounced with more than the usual amount of excitement.
"Daddy, Daddy," the three-year-old started to say, "There's a ..." Whumpf! The five-year-old stuffed his palm vigorously across the three-year-old's mouth. The three-year-old wrenched free, eyes still sparkling. "Daddy, Mommy and Jason and me have got a ..." Whumpf! The hand closed across the mouth again, followed by these firm words from the five-year-old. "Sarah, if you don't keep quiet, Daddy's going to know there's a surprise party inside for him!" After a moment of awesome silence, the five-year-old flushed. Dad artfully pretended not to have heard a word. He hugged both children and, laughing together, all three raced into the house.
Some excitement just can't be contained. The chief priests and the scribes wanted to stifle the excitement, to smother it, to cut it off for good. They sought to work by stealth, quietly, "lest there be a tumult of the people." Their efforts were doomed from the start. Indeed, everything they did served only to make the final excitement greater than any that had come before. After several dark and dreadful days, it all ended when a young woman burst breathless into a room and whispered, "He is risen!"
"Daddy, Daddy," the three-year-old started to say, "There's a ..." Whumpf! The five-year-old stuffed his palm vigorously across the three-year-old's mouth. The three-year-old wrenched free, eyes still sparkling. "Daddy, Mommy and Jason and me have got a ..." Whumpf! The hand closed across the mouth again, followed by these firm words from the five-year-old. "Sarah, if you don't keep quiet, Daddy's going to know there's a surprise party inside for him!" After a moment of awesome silence, the five-year-old flushed. Dad artfully pretended not to have heard a word. He hugged both children and, laughing together, all three raced into the house.
Some excitement just can't be contained. The chief priests and the scribes wanted to stifle the excitement, to smother it, to cut it off for good. They sought to work by stealth, quietly, "lest there be a tumult of the people." Their efforts were doomed from the start. Indeed, everything they did served only to make the final excitement greater than any that had come before. After several dark and dreadful days, it all ended when a young woman burst breathless into a room and whispered, "He is risen!"
