In the Service

One day a pastor noticed seven-year-old Alex staring at the large plaque that hung in the foyer of the church. It was covered with names, and small US flags were mounted on either side. Alex had been staring for a long time, so the pastor walked up beside him and said, “Good morning, Alex.”

“Good morning, Pastor,” replied the youngster, still focused on the plaque. “Pastor, what’s this for?”

“Well, son, it is for all the young men and women who have died in the service.”

Soberly, they stood together staring at the plaque. Little Alex’s voice was barely audible as he asked, “Which service, the 9 o’clock or the 11 o’clock?”