The lights sank low, leaving the stage bathed in a soft glow, like morning breaking through the last shadows of night. At the front sat Bill and Gloria Gaither, hands clasped tightly, their eyes glistening with remembrance. Behind them, the choir stood in perfect stillness — a living wall of silence, waiting for the moment to arrive.
“This Is the Hope We’ve Carried” — Guy Penrod’s Sacred Moment on Stage The lights...