(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 and 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.)