Polluting the air of our front yard is the stench of a dead possum in 98-degree heat. The lingering, stagnant odor consumes our inner most feelings of gagging. The smell of death immediately becomes noticeable each time one walks in the front yard. The hunt begins to find and remove the blanket of animal decay smell. Attempting to spray incense or enhance the neighborhood BBQ smell fails as the source of the smell continues to melt in the heat and deliver an amazing punch to the nose hairs. By removing the source of the horrific odor, our noses and stomachs resume normalcy in the normal smell of life. Death delivers horrendous and many times irreplaceable memories of sight, smells, thoughts and emotions. Does our children’s ministry deliver such a lingering, stagnant odor of death to the members, children, visitors, communities and even the nations?