For those who are unaware, my husband, Chris, is a pastor at our church. He fills in for the campus pastors from time to time on what we call their “stage time.” It’s the time when they are on the stage welcoming people as well as sharing other pertinent information about upcoming events. At the end of each experience (aka, service), the campus pastor also leads people in a time to ask Jesus to come in and change their lives. We refer to this an the invitation. So, Chris recently filled in for Trevor Williams, our South Oklahoma City campus pastor. At the 6:30 experience on Saturday evening, a woman passed out during the invitation. Chris was telling Noah, our darling firstborn, and me about it and here is how the conversation went: Noah: What are you and Mom talking about? Chris: Oh, something that happened at church tonight. Noah: What? Chris: Well, during the invitation a woman passed out in the front row and the ambulance had to take her to the hospital. Noah: Why did she pass out? Chris: I don’t know. Noah: Because you were that good? Precisely.