One mother told me about her son’s experience on Friday. My son was ENTHRALLED at the service last night. Once it began he never touched the games again. He was fascinated…the blowing out of the candles, communion, the laying down of rocks. As we were leaving in silence I noticed he was sniffling. When I asked him about it, he said “that’s just too sad that Jesus died”. I am forever grateful that he GETS IT…the words and the feeling are in his heart. Makes my heart so happy!!!