After playing a good hour, easing the audience into the place we share with God, the leader, years of hard road on his face, put his horn down, stepped to the mike and spoke for the first time.
Instead of "How y'all doin' tonight?" or "It's good to be back in Memphis!" he let enough silence pass to make everyone squirm a bit before saying, in the voice of a grandfather soothing his grandbabies:
"Everything is going to be all right. We're gonna make it, God willing. Just barely, I think, but we're gonna make it."