| One Sunday morning, the Pastor of the Fellowship of Saints
church noticed seven-year-old Alex staring at the large plaque that hung in
the foyer of the church. It was covered with names, and had small American
flags mounted on both sides of it. After watching Alex for some time, the Pastor walked over to him, stood beside him, and quietly said, "Good Morning, Alex." "Good morning, Pastor," said Alex without taking his eyes off the plaque. The Pastor was curious about why Alex was staring at the plaque, but he didn't say anything. After awhile, Alex asked, "Pastor, what is that?" "Well, son," the Pastor said in his most pastoral tones, "it's our church memorial of all the young men and women who died in the service." He heard Alex gasp slightly, and was pleased that even at his age Alex grasped the immensity and honor that the plaque represented. Silently the Pastor and his young parishioner stood side by side, staring up at the church memorial of all those who had died in the service. And then Alex, his voice trembling and nearly breaking, asked, "Which
service—the 9:45 or the 11:15?" |
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