Eric walks off the platform after having given another incredible sermon and Kurt Kiser sits at the piano and begins to play.

My mind, still reflecting on what Eric has shared, takes in the music Kurt is playing. Not just any music, not just any notes from the piano. These notes contain years of wisdom. They are perfectly chosen. Though they dont have lyrics wrapped around them they have just the right things to say during this space.

And while taking all this in the children gather the offering. They move down the aisle silently serving the body by passing the plates.

In this moment, everything feels all as it should be.