Grace to My Ears

Adapted from my journal:
I was in the 1st Avenue subway station on the lower east side waiting for the 'L' when I heard the most amazing trumpet player. It was so beautiful! After I got on the train I thought about how unworthy I was to have God let me hear something so divine and full of grace. I had tears in my eyes.

While waiting for the train to come I wished that church felt like that subway. The beauty, mystery, and sense of awe was awesome. I could tell that believer and nonbeliever could both perceive it. I wanted to miss the train so I could stay and listen. I’m glad to have been there for just six minutes. The thought of that moment on 1^st Avenue fading from my memory is sad. I know it will happen. Maybe by the grace of God I will always have a part of that song in my heart. Maybe, it has always been there.