It was Jesus—meek and humble of heart—calling him gently, joyfully. Not to punish, but to pardon. Not to shame, but to save. And this man, moved by such sweetness, began to sing. Oh, not with pride, but with gratitude. Not from fear, but from love.
His song was the Gospel, and he sang it because his heart could not keep silent. In that song, he found Christ anew—not in power, but in love. And when he became a deacon, he wept—not for fear of the role, but for joy that such a gift would be given to so unworthy a soul.