My sister, Pam and I usually walked to Sunday School and Church each Sunday morning. I always remember one morning…I was probably in Junior High and of course, she was four years younger than I was.

We had just rounded the south corner of our block and I was telling her some story. I decided she wasn’t really listening so I stopped and took her on about that.

She looked surprised. But her comment was the most surprising. She said, “Oh, I don’t have to listen. You can just keep talking.”
Needless to say, I was most surprised.

But we continued to walk to the First Presbyterian Church each week. We would arrive, and go off to our separate classes. Then after the church service we’d go meet our folks and ride home with them.