Just about the last place I think I could ever be found would be at a Jesus Rock concert. OK, so the actual name was Celebrate Freedom, but it was one of those big Baptist sing alongs, with much preaching and rock n' roll in between. We listened to some preacher talking about some woman that had an abortion, and we reveled in the amount of of merchandise that the money changers were swapping at a church event (that's a dig from the Bible ya'll!), but the highlight was the band - we only got to see one, Sanctus Real. They were actually very good.
p.s. I only went because of a girl.
p.p.s. Of course I put my hand up and waved a little with the crowd. You know, so I could get the spirit an' such.
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