Back behind the stage where the spotlight never shines, someone asked what faith means to me. I don't remember what I said - something 'bout the spirit being free. Two more nights and a thousand miles later, his question was still inside my head. If I could just go back in time for a while, here's what I might have said instead: If you can believe in something bigger than your soul, even if it's something that you cannot see. If you can find a way to hold on to each heartbeat, even when it's beating quietly. If you can find courage in the strangest places, if you can find peace in the middle of a war. If you can walk but a portion of this journey, then you've found faith, faith and so much more. Everywhere I go there's always someone asking questions - questions without answers, but they ask them anyway. Usually I just tell them whatever comes to mind, reminding them they must find their own way. But the next time someone asks about this funny thing called faith, I'll have a thing or two to say. I suppose that by tomorrow, the words could be different, but here's what I'd say to them today: If you can find music in the middle of your midnight - after the last song has been played. If you can feel the bright sun on your shoulders, even when you're sitting in the shade. If you can touch the tender side of timeless, when it's something you've never felt before. If you can taste the fruit before it blossoms, then you've found faith - faith and so much more