Yesterday, I attended a baptism for a set of twins.  As part of the service, a group of children sang a song about baptism.  Half of them didn’t know the words, half of them squirmed and looked at their shoes, half of them (how many halves are there?) were waving to their parents.  But, honestly, it was so sweet.  Isn’t there something so special about children’s voices?  They brought such a great spirit to the service that a group of professional adults just wouldn’t have been able to do.