"Music! Where is it coming from?," asked George Handel as he and his wife, Dorothea, quickly sat up in bed. It was the middle of the night, and they could hear melodies floating through the house.

I know nothing about God. He reads as amorphous, but the paintings make Him seem so static. He’s a trinity and one being at the same time — He’s confusing. The only way I know God — and perhaps the ...