Several lines that Bolsinger sites from Brende's book particularly struck me:
Yet what the singers remembered was no less important than what they forgot: themselves. This music reached for something higher.It seems to me that one key to thankfulness and really, to happiness, which is always reached indirectly rather than by a rough singularity of purpose, is to forget ourselves. It's also how we experience God's presence in our lives.
That, I suppose, is another paradox of faith in Christ: We experience God when we both remember and forget.