From a chapter of Have a little faith:
A military chaplain told me the following story:
"A soldier's little girl, whose father was being moved to a distant post, was sitting at the airport among her family's meager belongings.
" The girl was sleepy. She leaned against the packs of duffel bags.
"A lady came by, stopped, and patted her on the head.
" 'Poor child,' she said. 'You haven't got a home.'
" The child looked up in surprise.
" 'But we do have a home,' she said. 'We just don't have a house to put it in.' "
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