I love the old story about the preacher who noticed little Alex gazing at the large plaque that hung in the foyer of the church. The seven-year-old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the preacher walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, "Good morning Alex."
"Good morning," replied the young lad, focused on the plaque. "Dr. McGhee, what is this?" Alex asked.
"Well son, these are all the men who have died in the Service," replied the preacher.
Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque. Little Alex’s voice barely broke the silence when he asked quietly, "Which one, the 9:00 or the 10:30 service?"