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Winnie and the Jesus dream

Pastor Cartwright's wife's name was Winnie. At least that is what I think her name was. No she wasn't "Winne the Pooh", but she was very friendly and kind. She had gray fluffy hair, a kind face, and a easy going way about her. All these characteristics were reasons I probably wasn't afraid to tell her about the dream I'd had.


I was no more than 5 years old and I was sitting in her Kindergarten Sunday school classroom. There was I picture on the wall of Jesus and a multicultural group of children crowding around him. I really liked that picture.

At some point, I'd had a dream about Jesus when I was in her class. In the dream, I was one of the children in the crowd huddled around him. In fact, at one point of the dream I was sitting on Jesus lap having a nice chat with him - probably about how much I loved my red patent leather Buster-brown dress shoes.

No matter what I actually talked to Jesus about in my dream, I was so excited to have been "choosen" to be so close to him.


I couldn't wait to tell Winnie.

We all said our hellos and got started talking about the lesson that day, but upon seeing the picture in that classroom I could wait no longer.

"Miss Winny, can I tell you about a dream I had? It's about Jesus!"

She smiled. She listened.
She did not chide me for wanting to be the child in the center of Jesus' attention.
She included the rest of the class in the discussion.
She affirmed me that it was a wonderful dream and brought this dream into the light of day.
We all talked about how it would be amazing to meet Jesus face to face.
What would we say to him?
Who would we tell about meeting him?
What do we think he would say to us?

In our discussion, we read Mark 10:13-16 and knew what Jesus would do.
Jesus would bless the little children, take time with the little children and love the little children.

Just like Miss Winne did.
Thanks Winnie.
You always let us know that God has plenty of space for " All the little children of the world."
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People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them. Mark 10:13-16 (NIV)


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