A little boy forgot his lines in a Sunday school presentation. His mother was in the front row to prompt him. She gestured and formed the words silently with her lips, but it, did not help. Her son's memory was blank. Finally she leaned forward and-whispered the cue, "I am the light of the world."

The child beamed 'and with great feeling and a loud, clear voice said, "My mother is the light of the world."