As the orchestra breathed life into the first chords, the atmosphere shifted. Davi opened his Hinário . He had sung this song a thousand times, but tonight, the words hit the page differently.

"Oh! que fundamento tem a vossa fé..." (Oh, what a foundation your faith has...)

The wooden doors of the Congregação (CCB) in a small Brazilian interior town didn't just open; they exhaled. Out came the scent of floor wax, old hymnals, and the hum of a congregation finding their seats.

When the final "Amém" echoed and the orchestra lowered their instruments, the heavy stone in Davi’s chest hadn't disappeared, but it felt smaller. He realized that while the world outside was built on sand, he had just spent ten minutes standing on something solid.