Declared the Prophet Isaiah:
“Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”
Years ago there was a little one-room schoolhouse in the mountains of Virginia where the boys were so rough that no teacher had been able to handle them.
A young, inexperienced teacher applied, and the old director scanned him and asked: “Young fellow, do you know that you are asking for an awful beating? Every teacher that we have had here for years has had to take one.”
“I will risk it,” he replied.
The first day of school came, and the teacher appeared for duty. One big fellow named Tom whispered: “I won’t need any help with this one. I can lick him myself.”
The teacher said, “Good morning, boys, we have come to conduct school.” They yelled and made fun at the top of their voices. “Now, I want a good school, but I confess that I do not know how unless you help me. Suppose we have a few rules. You tell me the rules you want, and I will write them on the blackboard.”
One fellow yelled, “No stealing!” Another yelled, “On time.” Finally, ten rules appeared on the blackboard.
“Now,” said the teacher, “a law is not good unless there is a penalty attached. What shall we do with anyone who breaks the rules?”
“Beat him across the back ten times without his coat on,” came the response from the class.
“That is pretty severe, boys. Are you sure that you are ready to stand by it?”
But another yelled, “I second the motion.”
So the teacher said, “All right, we will live by them! Class, come to order!”
In a day or so, “Big Tom” found that his lunch had been stolen. The thief was located — a little hungry fellow named Jim, about ten years old.
“We have found the thief and he must be punished according to your rule — ten stripes across the back. Jim, come up here!” the teacher said.
The little fellow, trembling, came up slowly with a big coat fastened up to his neck and pleaded, “Teacher, you can lick me as hard as you like, but please, don’t take my coat off!”
“Take your coat off,” the teacher said. “You helped make the rules!”
“Oh, teacher, don’t make me!” He began to unbutton the coat, and what did the teacher see? The boy had no shirt on, and revealed a bony little crippled body.
“How can I whip this child?” he thought. “But I must do something if I am to keep this school.” Everything was quiet as death. “How come you aren’t wearing a shirt, Jim?”
Jim replied, “My father died and my mother is very poor. I have only one shirt and she is washing it today, and I wore my brother’s big coat to keep me warm.”
The teacher, with rod in hand, hesitated. Just then “Big Tom” jumped to his feet and said, “Teacher, if you don’t object, I will take Jim’s licking for him.”
“Very well, there is a certain law that one can become a substitute for another. Are you all agreed?”
Off came Tom’s coat, and after five strokes the rod broke! The teacher bowed his head in his hands and thought, “How can I finish this awful task?” Then he heard the class sobbing, and what did he see?
Little Jim had reached up and caught Tom with both arms around his neck. “Tom, I’m sorry that I stole your lunch but I was awful hungry. Tom, I will love you till I die for taking my licking for me! Yes, I will love you forever!”
Written By: Anonymous
Photo By: Brian Vallelunga License: Creative Commons