"At a concert in Erie, Pennsylvania, I sang a song called 'In Good Hands.' Afterward, the church's custodian stopped by. 'When you was singing that song about Jesus' hands,' he said, 'the sun was setting behind you, and it was making them stained glass pictures of Jesus glow. The sound of your buddy's violin was bouncing off these stone walls, and, well, you was saying more than you was even saying.'"