One Sunday morning the pastor noticed little Johnny was
standing staring up at the large plaque of names that hung in
the foyer of the church. The young man of seven had been
staring at the plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up
and stood beside him and gazing up at the plaque, he said
quietly, "Good morning, son."
"Good morning pastor," replied the young man not taking his
eyes off the plaque. "Sir, what is this?" Johnny asked.
"Well son, these are all the people who have died in the
service," replied the pastor.
Soberly, they stood together staring up at the large plaque.
Little Johnny's voice barely broke the silence when he asked
quietly, "Which one sir, the 8:30 or the 10:30?"