You know it sure helps to believe in the Lord, and believe in prayer. When I was going to college in Michigan I had to write a story – no longer than one side of notebook paper. The professors said it had to start like this, “The moment I walked in the cafe.”
Before I went to sleep I prayed and prayed because I had no idea what to write. I had a dream of the whole story, then I awoke after the dream, jumped out of bed and wrote the dream down.
I thought in the morning I’ll make any changes that are needed but I could not improve on it. I still have it saved some place among my papers. I hope you find it and read it.
God is so good.
Note: When I was in Michigan (1967) I started to go to college and took a course to be a Day Care Teacher. I planned on returning to St Pete Beach and starting a Day Care in First Baptist.
My dream story is here.
The only thing I wish I dreamed a different name for the Pastor – Paul or John instead of Deacon.
The moment I opened the door of the cafe – I knew that the Reverend Deacon was there. He sat alone in a dimly lit corner. He kept his gaze on one person.
“It can’t be true – the congregation must be wrong,” he muttered quietly to himself. “Is it liquor? No! Surely it must be a glass of ginger ale.”
He faintly heard “love” and “come with me,” as a slip of paper was given to several men. He thought desperately, “Could it be her phone number or a meeting place?”
All this was too much for the Reverend Deacon’s damaged heart. As he rose to leave the Cafe, he slumped over never to regain consciousness.
He never learned that his young daughter was presenting the highest degree of love – the love of Christ.