Grace works, and, apparently, arrives in mysterious ways. This evening email arrived with an attached .mp3. It was from Kate Wallace, a very talented singer we’d known as a fellow congregant at All Saints Church in Pasadena.
One of the most memorable moments in my church life was a service at All Saints during which Kate sang Paul Simon’s American Tune on a hot summer Sunday: it was achingly beautiful.
Mutual friend Mary Bartlett had relayed my admiration and Kate, after first offering to drive up and play for us in person, made a recording in her living room and emailed it to us.
As Kate’s beautiful voice sang the lyric
And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
a small dam somewhere inside broke and I began to cry. The good kind of crying…Thank you, Kate…