an auditorium waiting for the production to begin was not their spiritual gift. It was a Friday night. I was tired. I was riding herd on a third-grader named David who kept harassing the other kids, being disruptive, and telling dirty jokes. To be honest, I was ready for the evening to be over before the play even started. Finally the lights went down, and to my surprise, within moments David was captivated, eyes wide with wonder. He had never heard the story of Jesus, so as the play unfolded, he