In my childhood, my great-grandma held the sacred flame of the Sabbath. A beautiful soul and a church school teacher, she was not just a matriarch but also my childhood best friend. Her daughter, my beloved grandma, was a Christian recording artist with a spirit more expansive than the narrow minds that surrounded her. In their household, every Sabbath was remembered—not always in the traditional ways embraced by some church members, but it was never forgotten. Together, they wove a tapestry of love and faith that colored my early years with enduring strength and harmonious melodies and now we pass that flame on to you in the best way we can.