A young lady named Sally relates an experience she had in a class at one of our Christian Universities. The teacher was known for his elaborate object lessons.
One particular day, Sally walked into class and knew they were in for another fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. The instructor told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry . . . and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture.
Sally's girlfriend on her right drew a picture of a girl who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend on her left drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of the teacher, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing. Sally was pleased at the overall effect she had achieved.
The class lined up and began throwing darts, with much laughter and hilarity. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when the teacher, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats.
As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target, the instructor began removing the target from the wall.
Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus . . .A complete hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced out.
The teacher then said only these words, "In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me."
No other words were necessary; the tearful eyes of each student focused only on the picture of Christ. The students remained in their seats...even after the bell rang...then slowly left the classroom, tears streaming down their faces.
