There’s an old story that many of you may remember. It’s about a little boy who was visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced many times with his slingshot, but he could never hit any of the targets he aimed at. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for lunch. As he was walking back he saw Grandma’s pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let fly with a rock from his slingshot. As luck would have it, he hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked and grieved. In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile . . . only to see his sister watching. Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.

After lunch, Grandma said, “Sally, let’s wash the dishes.”

But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to…