Later that night, alone in the sound booth, Dave deleted the stock folder. Every generic sunset. Every fake lens flare. Every "inspirational" mountain.
It was a black-and-white photo, grainy and scratched. He recognized the subject immediately: The old church. Not the modern brick building with the sloped floor and fog machine they used now. The real church. The white clapboard building with the crooked steeple, the one his grandfather helped build in 1947. The one that had been torn down in 1999 to make way for a parking lot. easyworship background
He built the set list.
Dave nodded.