While trying to keep Brave happy in the halls this morning (and thus missing much of the sermon, of course) I heard Zion's voice coming from the Sunday school wing. I moved closer to it, being very careful to stay out of sight. I heard him ask his teacher, "Is Bwight in there?" "No," she sweetly replied, "Bright is in his class." "Oh," said Zion, "Can we go see him? He is my bwother."
