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A mother and her grade-school aged daughter sat down in the pew beside me. “Where did the people who died before Jesus go? Heaven or Hell?” She looked up at her mother. Her voice carried quite well in the nearly empty sanctuary.
The mother shushed her. “God takes care of his own. Worry about being a good girl. You need to be quiet because church is about to start.”
The girl looked up at me and smiled. “What’s your name?” she loudly whispered.
“It’s Jessie,” I replied.
“I’m Caroline.” The girl smiled and wiggled in the pew.