tell somebody else. Frank, our administrator, grabbed her by the shoulders and said, “Please, forgive us.” She continued. He said a second time, “Please, forgive us.” But she continued. He said the third time, “I’m sure you’re right. But won’t you please forgive us?” And the third time, she gave up the fight and buried her head in his big chest and cried like a baby. The next Friday was our Good Friday service, and we had the Lord’s Supper. Before we began passing out the elements, this young, single