Froggiepoo accepted to Coach!

 I stood over his shoulder as he opened the, long anticipated letter from the school.  Froggie had donned his resume and I had edited for him and he sent it by snail mail.  Many times I said, are you sure you want to coach volleyball at an innercity school?  He said I sure do.  I went along with his feelings with much trepidation.

He said, I really feel that I can make a difference in their lives.  I really saw Froggie as the political type.  He was so profound, at times and he could lift his deep voice and fill a room with it, when he put his mind to it.  All that education and you want to coach?  I repeated, not meaning for him to hear me. It just blurted out as he was opening the envelope.  I guess, I was trying to keep his hopes on the ground, since he always usually got what he wanted in these cases.  I thought this is just the moment that he will have all his hopes dashed for being a super duper Highschool coach.

He opened the envelope and jumped up and down 10 times before I could catch him to find out what exactly they had said.

I got it!  I got it!  He bellowed.  I am going to Crocheron Hall!

Crocheron Hall is an hour and a half away, by train!  Why couldn't you have chosen a school closer to home?  It is in a difficult neighborhood, he replied without a thought about it.  I want to influence the underprivileged children to achieve their potential, through sport.

I was incredulous that he would last a week there!

And I woke from that nap bereft of all of my Halleluias./ Not Good, we have to go to the bank!

Where did they go?  I had them in my pocket and I took them out regularly.  While I was asleep they had slipped out of my pocket and flown right back to the Halleluia bank.
I felt cold and tired and empty.  How could I go on without the stash of Halleluias that I was storing for a rainy day?

The Halleluia Angel took my hand and whispered in my ear.  I will hold your hand and we will see what some others have done with their Halleluias.  If you don't spend them quickly, you will lose them.

First, we went to a hospital and sat at the bedside of an elderly gentleman.  He was spending his Halleluias on the staff at the hospital and they were growing tremendous treasures for him that was coming very soon in his great and grand reception in heaven.  The angel pulled the curtain of heaven back so I could see simultaneously, the halleluia and the angels in heaven setting the special banquet of his reception which was coming up in one week.   The nurses came in to check on him and he greeted each with one or two of his Halleluias.  He didn't have to go to any bank to get them.  They were in his soul and deep seeded.  Where does he keep his?  I asked the angel.

Will I ever get to "Glad Adoration" if I keep losing my Halleluias?