Today in Primary--yes, I am still in the Primary--one of the little kids raised his hand, and when the chorister called on him, he said, "I miss Jesus." And then he started to cry a little.
For about a split second the room was as quiet as a cave. This little boy's comment was as real as it was unexpected. And then the normal Primary chaos descended upon us again, and we all muddled on.
Every now and then a roaring ocean tosses up a small piece of sea glass along with the usual bits of shell and sand.