I’m in Little Rock, AR, for a NAMS meeting. Twelve of us, brothers, have gathered together. Incidentally, none of the sisters could join us. Our times of singing have had a certain powerful manliness to it. But a young woman, a random passerby, overheard us and popped up during the last song. Instantly our corporate voice, by the addition of just that one, took on a grace and beauty that has been missing all week—a deficit I do not think I would have noticed if she had not dropped by and added her voice to ours.