(There are several versions of this story that can be found on the Internet; I do not take credit for it.)
One day a boy walked into his classroom to find a big target on the wall, and on a nearby table were many darts.
The teacher told the students to draw a picture of someone they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person’s picture.
Sally’s friend drew a picture of a girl who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend drew a picture of his little brother.
Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased with the overall effect she had achieved.
The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that the target was ripping apart.
Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when, due to time limits, the teacher 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 teacher began removing the target from the wall.
Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus.
A 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.
The teacher said only these words…
“Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.”