The lights faded, leaving the stage bathed in a soft glow, like the first hint of sunrise piercing the night. Near the front, Bill and Gloria Gaither sat side by side, hands clasped, eyes glistening with remembrance. The choir stood in stillness, a silent sea of voices held in suspense. And then—suddenly—the entire room turned its gaze toward the center.
Introduction: The lights dimmed until only a soft amber glow washed across the grand hall, like dawn breaking over a still horizon.…