The idea came from a dream I had. In my dream, I was above the Earth in outer space. Light radiated from the Holy City in the distance. Jesus came out of the City and moved towards me, a white plate in His hand. Smiling, He held it out to me. On the plate was one hot dog. No bun, no mustard, just a plain, hot dog.
Gesturing wildly, hair standing on end, eyeballs coming out of my head, I spluttered, “Jesus, You mean to tell me You live in that beautiful city up there and all You can afford to give me is one measly, old, hot dog?!!!” Jesus was unmoved by my outburst. He kept smiling, holding the plate out to me. Then I awakened.READ MORE CONTACT US
I didn’t begin my career in education teaching young children. Quite the opposite, in fact. Graduating from college with a certificate in secondary education, I marveled that anyone aspired to teach kindergarten or first grade. In my view, young children were like creatures from outer space. How does one even communicate with them?