When I first heard Chet Atkins play guitar, it made me want to be a better guitar player. The intricate way that he played made me want to learn his style and to try to make a guitar sound that way myself. But the first time I heard B.B. King play guitar, one simple note at a time, hung out in the air, sighing breathlessly or screaming in pain, it made my heart hurt – and it made me want to ease the pain that caused that sound.  When I see the babies who are brought to the altar rail here, I have to smile at them.  They make me want to hold them and to tell them how beautiful they are. But when I saw my own children as babies, they made me want to be a better person, so that I could be what they deserved as a father. These glimpses of God, whether Chet Atkins, BB King, or babies, call us to alter our lives and to begin to see and do things differently.