My faith floats higher when I hear it told. Just this morning, Ralph Stanley's aged lonely-on-the-mountain voice sang to me, "Lift Him up, that's all, lift him up in his works. If you'll tell the name of Jesus everywhere, if you'll keep his name a'ringin everywhere that you go, He will draw men unto him. When Jesus met the woman at Jacob's well, he certainly had a sweet message to tell ... He will draw all men unto him." Why do we need seminaries when we have dulcimers, mandolins, banjos, old messages being told to families still in lyrical heart forms? It works for me -- despite any higher education, these songs pierce me more than anything, and I can say the name of Jesus in the old-fashioned flavorful way which means "Ah, I'm no longer your enemy but your child." So, lift Him up, that's all, lift him up in his works ... if you keep his name a'ringin' everywhere that you go, he will draw all men unto him. So beautiful, true.