The Adagio In G Minor does the same for me: no words, a deeper magnitude of meaning, drawing soul to the language of spirit. It is a cradle to grave poignancy of sound, all ups and down, wins and loses harmonically redemptive, a  contemplative prayer of simple being. Joy and sorrow seem so intimately intertwined, almost one, that the strings of the violin are the instrument of life. This is Jesus in Gethsemane, what played in his heart. 

Love your writing style and what you to share. This line is my favorite: "I wanted a faith that let me engage in culture to find the redemptive." Volumes! The Jesuits gave me a great education, exposed to everything, some of which many Christians would happily burn. But truth was in there, if one had the eyes to see. What I see in your piece is the dual nature of radical grace: the great danger to and great freedom of a total reliance on the Holy Spirit.