I was told that one Sunday morning the pastor of the church noticed a little boy standing in the foyer of their church. The boy was staring up at a large plaque on the wall. Small American flags were mounted on either side of it. The boy had been staring at the plaque for some time. So the pastor walked up to him, put his arm around his shoulders, and said, “Good morning, young man.”
“Good morning, Pastor,” the boy was still focused on that plaque with all those little flags. “Pastor, what is this plaque?”
“Well, son, it’s a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.” Soberly, they just stood staring at the large plaque.
Finally, in a voice barely audible and trembling with fear, the boy asked, “Which service, Pastor? Our early or late service?”
Fewer people are attending worship because they have become tired and predictable.