So I was on this medical mission trip in Xocempich, Mexico several years ago; I was the team Cook and Musician. On Sunday morning, I was asked to play music at the local church there, this is a very small town in the Yucatan Peninsula, and a really small church. I was sitting on my bunk that morning, playing "Shout To The Lord" on my Guild acoustic. Later I went to the church and started setting up. The pastor's daughter came in and said she would like to sing a song in the service and wondered if I could accompany her. I asked her what song, and she said "Shout To The Lord." Imagine that... When I tell this story, I tell everyone "then believe it or not, I played the song flawlessly in Spanish!" That always gets a laugh. But I was just thinking about that, and without getting into a theological argument, I ascertained that music is kinda like speaking in tongues, because regardless of the nationality of the participants, they all hear it in their native language. That's my story, and I'm stickin' with it!