This reminds me of many moons ago, when I was a young man still in the chase. There was this girl I was really interested and one day we kind of clicked. She invited me to a concert of some small band I didn’t know about, but I said “yeah, sure I will go with you!” (The mission always comes first!)

We get there and it’s this small to medium sized stadium full of young people. She was sitting next to me and things were going generally well.

Lights turn off, the band enters the stage and starts playing some rock with metal overtones. I start to think “This can’t be so bad…”

Well, famous last words. A few minutes after the band starts playing, the song takes a turn for the worse. The guitar mellows out, the band stops and the singer asks everybody in the fucking stadium to hold hands, close their eyes and pray with him… The lyrics changed to Jesus this, Jesus that and never came out of the rut. It was two hours of that.

Lord Almighty… If you indeed existed you would not have allowed something like that to happen…

If you can’t make it as a regular musician, you can make it as a Christian musician.

99% of the music is stolen from secular sources and rehashed.

Like what they did in Sister Act. Except with boring old music.

I couldn’t see myself as a once a week, hold hands and sing kind of believer. If I genuinely believed that I was following a god that had his teachings written up, surely it’d be my duty to study those, right? How could someone believe in an immortal soul and not actually care about where that belief came from?

So not that I’d become more ethical, but that I’d feel the pull to become more ethical, and that this picture would have a more personal response. I don’t think Christians are any more moral than anyone else, but I don’t understand the ones who simultaneously believe they follow the teachings of a man who drove out the moneylenders from his temple and whose eyes gloss over things like this without finding it distasteful.