About the author
A Song Lit the Sky
The first time I heard Andrew Peterson was on a Carolina shore in late July. My friends and I sat in the sand watching the traces of white foam float to our feet in the silver moonlight as we talked, laughed, and contemplated life’s mysteries as teenagers. Someone brought a CD player and began to play “After the Last Tear Falls.” We listened in silence, still watching the crests of the waves appear out of d...



