The lights are down low except for a lone spotlight that shines on the stage. She sits at the piano and begins to play a song, her voice carrying a familiar melody over the crowd. Fans hold up modern day lighters, which are just open cell phones putting forth their electric glow. Up until that moment, it could be any other concert. Any other performer and any other group of fans.

Then from behind me, I hear the tiny, sweet voice of a child. She is in the first grade and she is excited to be here. She hums along with the song, then she begins to sing. Not the words of the song, but her own accompaniment.

"Holy, holy, holy, Jesus..."

Oh, to have childlike faith and eyes filled with wonder, unhardened by the world.