The end of my current editing project is in sight … oh, what a long haul it’s been, though I’ve been working on it for only four days.  I know this woman means well; I know she does.  She’s full of faith and has a personal relationship with God, and wants very much for everyone around her to share whatever peace she’s found.  But she is such a terrible writer.  I find myself breathing a sigh of relief when I come across her Biblical quotes; she’s using the KJV, and there is something immensely soothing to me about the rolling periods of that wonderful language.  All I have to do is catch her multitude of typographical errors, which invariably include using a zero instead of a capital O at the beginning of any exhortation. 

In my cleanup journey through her printed thoughts, I came across a passage I’ve known for years, as it is the text of one of the simplest and best pieces of Renaissance church music.  I can’t read the text without hearing this deeply beseeching piece in my mind’s ear, and it occurred to me that Thomas Tallis, taking dictation from some source greater than his own mind, comes far closer to convincing me of the existence of God in this small piece than any of the witness-bearers who have ever tried to save me.