Some stories begin with “sparks” to create flames which spread much farther than we can imagine.
Even as she walked toward the car her mother sensed the concern upon the face of the diminutive 5-year-old. It was her daughter’s first year at Arab Primary kindergarten. She was a real “doll,” the mother of two thought, not only the smallest person in the class but also the youngest.
She looked at her through the rearview mirror as she sat next to her sister in the back seat and asked, “Momma, why don’t we go to church?”
“Why do you ask me such a question?”
“At school today, my teacher’s aide asked me if we go to church. I told her ‘No,’ because we don’t.”
“No, we don’t go to church,” the mother agreed. “But we need to be going to church.”
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