As I read these church stories, I am reminded of many things.

when I was in college, I took a course on the life and teachings of Jesus 
Christ.  The professor told about someone he knew who was a young boy in a 
conservative Nazarene church.  During the service, he grew borred.  He 
reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of marbles someone had given 
him.  Unfortunately, the mouth of the bag was pointing down!  The marbles 
dropped to the uncarpeted floor and rolled down the isles.  When they got to 
the altar rail, they bounced back from the impact and hit it again.  His 
mother was about to rebuke or discipline him, but his father made a gesture 
to stop her.  And that is how he learned about grace.

Sharon