Last week Nate asked me why we go to church. I told him it was God's house and we go there to worship and honor Him. The next Sunday, right before the worship service started, I noticed Nate was gone. I was just about to get up and start looking for him when he appeared. Quite concerned he came to me and whispered in my ear, "Mom, I checked all the rooms and God is NOT here. Are you sure He lives here?"