My first experience with an Orthodox choir was in my senior year of college in New Britain, Connecticut. I had walked into another world. The atmosphere was a haze of incense. The light was dim as it filtered through the enormous stained glass windows on both sides, but a glow came from the countless candles lit by the worshippers as they entered the church. Then I heard the choir, and my life changed. I would search for that sound again and again for a very long time.