On Christmas eve we went to church with the extended family who had gathered on the Outer Banks. It was a “contemporary” service, which, in case you’re not in the know, means that the music is terrible. Nothing against the particular musicians involved in this story. Just like all their, ah, contemporaries, they are somehow caught up in a madness that causes otherwise rational men and women to say “you know what would be great? If we took the part of church where Bach goes and filled it instead with CCM containing the lowest possible theology-to-schmaltz ratio.”
Anyway, Sg, you seemed to really enjoy it. Here’s a series of pictures AT took while you were sitting on my shoulders, over the course of which you progress from hesitant to ecstatic to gouging my eyes out to hanging out with the big kids.