Emphasis Preaching Journal

It had been so many years since the incident, Silvia had lost count; it was something beyond forty -- a lifetime ago, actually. But the incident itself was etched in her memory, not because she particularly wanted to recall it, but because she had no choice. It wouldn't go away; she couldn't forget. Third grade? Fourth grade? She had been young -- but old enough to know better. She was a member of a service club that met after school, a club that valued honor. They had gone on a field trip to a lapidary shop. Silvia had been enthralled!