The night of April 24th at Summit Church is not easy to describe in words. From the first moments, there was something palpable in the air, a quiet knowing that something real was about to happen.

Adam brings a grounded presence to his music. It is rhythmic, deep, and soulful. He builds slowly and patiently, listening to the room, letting the songs breathe. This music is deeply communal. It is not performed for an audience, but shared and created together. And so the night unfolded: the dancing, the smiling, the jumping, the chanting, the sipping of chai, the hugging, the eye gazing, the beating of the drum, the clinking of the karthals, the bowing of the cello, the shining of the tapestries, the glowing of the lights. Everything had its place in the ceremony of communal joy and remembrance.

When Adam sang Open I to Grace, the opening to grace became a felt reality somewhere in the middle of the song. The Ocean refuses no river — the open heart refuses no part of you, no part of me. These were not just words. They were something we touched together, and realized as not only possible, but true.

Many have noted how this night lingered with them for days and weeks afterward — not just songs in their heads (yes, that too), but a real and lasting joy, new connections formed and old ones deepened. It was a simple ceremony: human beings, an altar of flowers, the medicine of music and sound, and a willingness to meet in a collective field of harmony, peace, and love.

May these gatherings continue to hold space for all who come seeking them.