We Are Closer To God When We

To Sing Means To Sense And To Affirm That The Spirit Is Real And That Its Glory Is Present.

To Become Aware Of The Ineffable Is To Part Company With Words.

Sometimes We Wish The World Could Cry And Tell Us About That Which Made It Pregnant With Fear-filling Grandeur. Sometimes We Wish Our Own Heart Would Speak Of That Which Made It Heavy With Wonder.

For Many Of Us The March From Selma To Montgomery Was About Protest And Prayer. Legs Are Not Lips And Walking Is Not Kneeling. And Yet Our Legs Uttered Songs. Even Without Words, Our March Was Worship. I Felt My Legs Were Praying.

It Is Of The Essence Of Virtue That The Good Is Not To Be Done For The Sake Of A Reward.