When Jesus rode into Jerusalem, the rabble whooped it up so much that the preservers of propriety wanted them to shut up. "If they were to keep quiet," said Jesus, "the stones themselves would let rip."
He was right. There is a deep hum of thanksgiving throbbing in the universe. When Godzoners give voice to their gratitude, they are picking up the tune. Their cracked crooning may not win any talent contests, but it blends perfectly in the greater rhapsody. All that has life and knows God joins in. This fugue of thanksgiving, when it is rung from a life, transforms the world. It brings God out of the wings and onto center stage.
— Mike Riddell, Godzone