I've been meaning to get this off of my chest and out into the world so people can see it, but I just haven't had the time or the words. So here goes.
Almost a year ago, I had the strangest yet intruiging dream I've ever had. I was being chased by a lion in a cornfield, and when I came to a gate, I shut the gate on the lion and kept running. I eventually stopped to catch my breath, and when I stopped, I heard a vioce behind me say, "Do not be afraid. That lion is not going to hurt you. Look," he said(who I later figured out was Jesus), as he pointed behind me. I turned around to see the lion sitting on his back legs and holding his front paws out like Jesus did at his crucifixion. I turned back around to see Jesus again, but he was gone. I turned to face the lion once again, to see that there were three little boys walking up the hill carrying crosses, one small, one medium, one big. Those little boys carried the crosses up the hill, set them down, and left. After that, my dad came to pick me up and then I woke up from the dream.
We can all say that we've seen Jesus, and sure we have in those little children books with Jesus. If you want a true vision of what Jesus looks like, watch the movie Heaven Is For Real and look for the little girl painting at the beginning of the movie and at the ened of the movie. THAT is Jesus.