On the Lord's Day Joshy went outside wearing a nice white polo shirt and his good jeans (aka: the ones without holes in the knees). I usually have him change into play clothes after worship but I was busy doing other things and didn't notice that he hadn't changed until he came in for dinner covered from head to foot in grime, his shirt looking more black than white.
"What in the world, Son?? You've gotten filthy!"
"Sorry, Mom. I was building the walls of Jerusalem!"
And a fine wall it was. I wish I'd gotten a photo of it.
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