Sunday School

A Sunday-school teacher had a dream about the Lord Jesus. “Where are the souls of My children?” Jesus asked. “Here are their manners,” the teacher replied. “They are well-behaved children; they listen respectfully to everything I say.” Whereupon, Jesus took the children’s manners in His hands and turned them into dust. “Where are My children’s souls?” Jesus asked again. “Here are their bodies,” the teacher offered. “They come to religion class promptly every week.” Jesus took the bodies into His hands and turned them into dust. Again, He asked, “Where are My children’s souls?” “I can give you their brains,” said the teacher. “They have memorized the list of books in the Bible; they know the names of the major and minor prophets; they can recite verbatim the Sermon on the Mount.” Jesus took their brains in His hands and turned them into dust. “But where are the souls of My children?” He asked sorrowfully. With that, the teacher awakened and, in an agonized voice,…