The Small Rectangular Idol

Grace plopped down on the couch with her phone. I'll put this away when I hear Mom come, she thought. She's always getting after me about spending too much time on my phone.

When Grace heard her mother's steps on the porch, she put the phone in her pocket and grabbed a schoolbook.

"Hi, Grace," Mom said when she came into the living room. "Have you finished your homework?"

Grace shook her head. "Not yet, Mom, but I'll do it now."

"There's no time now," Mom said. "We have church tonight, remember?"

"I can't go," Grace said. "I have too much homework." She felt the phone in her pocket buzz and stopped herself from pulling it out in front of her mom.

"You can do your homework when we get home," said Mom.

Although Grace hadn't wanted to go to church, she found the missionary speaker very interesting. "How can the people in that country worship things made of wood and stone?" she asked her mom on the way home.

"What do you think about people in our country worshiping a small rectangl