It was Thanksgiving Sunday. I...
It was Thanksgiving Sunday. I had asked the children to bring in things that they were thankful for. Most brought in toys or dolls, but four-year-old B. J. had brought in a poster filled with clippings from cards that read "Dad." I made mention of the fact that B. J. brought a poster for his father, but didn't have time to ask him more. The other children were anxious to talk about what they were thankful for. As the older children left for Sunday school, the younger children, B. J. included, slipped back into their seats with their parents. During the offering B. J.