For Ages 3 – 7
Based on Matthew 13:44-46
Keturah carefully added yeast to the bread she was making with her mother. Suddenly, she heard a commotion in the courtyard outside. “Quick!” whispered her father, entering and slamming the door. “Gather together all you own, my darling persimmon. Oh, beautiful wife of mine, pack up your clothes, your gold rings. We are headed to the market!”
Keturah glanced at her mother in confusion. “The market, Papa? Do you want to sell our things?”
Her father’s eyes were sparkling. “My little pomegranate! I have already sold our home. We must sell all we own before the sun sets!”
Papa was gathering his precious tools, sorting hammers, rulers and saws. Her mother sat, hands in her bread dough, with her mouth open.
Keturah took a deep breath. “Papa, if you have sold our home, where will we live? What about your tools? Papa, how will you work?”
Papa dropped his bucket, spilling tools across the floor. “My darling fig,” he cried, scooping up Keturah. “My spectacular bride!” Papa caught Mama up with his other arm and danced them around the small house. “I have found a treasure of great value, hidden in a field!”
Mama found her voice. “My dear husband, I do not understand. Where is this treasure, and why should we sell our home?”
“Oh, my dear, I have forgotten my manners!” Papa put his hand to Mama’s face. Turning to Keturah, he smiled broadly. “I took the bucket I constructed to the well of Daniel, the shepherd. As I was installing the bucket, I stumbled over a rock sticking out of the dry earth. I turned to find it was not a rock at all!” Papa’s eyes shone bright, like diamonds in the sunshine. “My darling sugar dates, it was the corner of a chest. I dug up the chest, finding the most precious of treasures.”
“But Papa,” Keturah asked, “how does Daniel the shepherd’s treasure concern my dolls and your tools?”
“Oh, my petite mulberry! The treasure is not Daniel’s, but the previous owner’s. Who knows how long it has been buried? I buried it again.”
Papa danced with Mama across the kitchen. She was crying, then laughing, then crying again, her hands still covered in dough.
“Papa, I don’t understand!”
Mama stopped dancing with Papa and dropped to her knees. “Child, we will buy Daniel’s field. Then, the treasure will be ours!”
“Yes, my diminutive olive. Everything Mama says is true. Daniel has agreed to sell me his land; I have sold our home. Now to market with us!”
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Jesus loved to tell stories. He said that the Kingdom of Heaven is like a treasure that a man found, and then buried again. The man sold all he had to purchase the land – and the treasure. We can be part of the Kingdom of Heaven if we follow Jesus with our whole lives. Jesus is a treasure more valuable than any other!
In him [Christ] lie hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. Colossians 2:3
Danika Cooley is a freelance children’s writer with a love for God’s Word, history, wisdom and small people. Her work has appeared in magazines including Focus on the Family’s Clubhouse and Clubhouse Jr., Pockets, Devozine, Keys for Kids, and Cobblestone Group’s FACES and Odyssey and in Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Magic of Mothers and Daughters.