There was this guy in the church we used to go to when I was a kid that liked to point out whenever the number 3 was mentioned in the Bible. My mom would smile, lean over to me, and say, "I don't know what this guy's going on about!" The man would go up to the front podium and talk about the number 3 to his heart's content. Holy Trinity this. Holy Trinity that. I'd curl into a ball in my head and try to ignore my hunger. My brother and I tried to be as polite, quiet, and respectful as we could while the other children ran up and down the aisles screaming.