On Pentecost Sunday the children...
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On Pentecost Sunday the children in a primary department made flames as big as their bodies -- which they were to carry about the sanctuary during the offering. When the big moment finally came, though, one fellow forgot his flame and simply raced up and down the aisle flapping his arms. Suddenly, he realized what had happened. He stopped dead in the middle of the church. A look of horror spread over his face.
"I've lost my flame!"
A little girl near the back of the sanctuary spotted his distress. She raced forward and, with the ear shattering whisper of the young, said, "No you haven't. Take this."
She tore off a piece of her own flame and gave it to him. The boy laughed and resumed his airy flight up and down the aisle. For a few moments the girl watched him. She pursed her lips and then, acting on some inner inspiration, moved slowly along the aisle, tearing off bits of her flame and sharing them with all the people she could.
"I've lost my flame!"
A little girl near the back of the sanctuary spotted his distress. She raced forward and, with the ear shattering whisper of the young, said, "No you haven't. Take this."
She tore off a piece of her own flame and gave it to him. The boy laughed and resumed his airy flight up and down the aisle. For a few moments the girl watched him. She pursed her lips and then, acting on some inner inspiration, moved slowly along the aisle, tearing off bits of her flame and sharing them with all the people she could.
