The fondest days of my childhood were spent in a small mountain community with my grandparents near Sylva, North Carolina.  Most people have probably never heard of Caney Fork or the people that live there. They work the land and worship God in a small one-room church in the valley of the mountains.  Looking back on my life, I know this was really the first time I felt the presence of God – in this tiny little church, listening to old hymns being sung by the choir, and listening to a preacher who preached from the Bible.  Despite my newfound love of worship band music; nothing will ever replace the…