Sitting there in my seat, while the guitarist plugged in to test the sound system, and the pastor put his book on the altar, I could hear it so clearly, here in Guara Um, Brasilia. My heart. Aha. That’s where you’ve been all this time. I know you’ve been there, around me. It’s only when I’m talking to God that we look at it, together. When I’m alone, I just am the heart. But with God, I can see heart. We look at it together. I smiled. This is why I liked church as a kid. Except back then my head was always so loud that it was distracting and difficult to see heart. Now, there’s just heart to hear. I cried a little at the magnificence of it. If you strip away everything we say about ourselves, there’s a massive amount of love there. Thank you God. We’ll talk soon, I promise.