All right. So this is what happened. We are at church watching a special program. It's a three minute set break where a bunch of big guys run up to the stage and change the sets. I'm talking to my wife and see my daughter's eyes bulge wide open. She looks at me shocked and says "Daddy, don't look!!!"
Well, that made me look and there it was—smack dab on center stage with a spot light. Many nice folks tried to signal him but he was on a focused mission to set that brick in just the right spot. While others quickly got off the stage he remained and slowly bent down to lay that stone in place.
Everything seemed to go into slow motion as the crack widened. The paster slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head as he sat next to his wife who bit her lip as she held tight to his arm. Our oldest elder who just turned ninety-one was napping at his usual spot on the third pew from the left. He unfortunately opened his eyes at just the right moment, and, well. . . that was worth the admission in itself.