This evening I spend some time with Katie asking how the day had gone. We talked about her being tired and falling asleep in class. But when I asked her about elementary chapel, she couldn't remember what had been preached. She tried to remember by listing out what they had done. "We sang songs, said pledges...." Then all of a sudden she blurted out, "It was so neat! Pastor Spence came to chapel. Our own pastor ... on a Wednesday!"