i am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam

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On stage, John Crosby, the senior pastor, riffs on a passage from one of St. Paul’s letters, about living with a renewed sense of purpose. Change comes to a man only after he decides to listen, not before.

"Improvement is not redemption," he adds, "even though redemption will always improve people’s lives."

The rain picks up as the light through the chapel windows fades. Cooke smiles and removes his meaty paw from under his wife’s delicate hand, rising nearly six feet into the air on unwavering limbs. He covers her shoulders in a gray sweater and turns to face the musicians.

Closing his eyes, he sings quietly: "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now I see." (x)

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