I Gave My Heart To Jesus And Now He Never Calls

Last night I went to see the Harlem Gospel Choir. I'm in favour of anything that can get my bony white ass up on out of a seat and moving. That doesn't happen a lot what with me being a lazy bastard and all.

I also hate being out late on a school night and of course, by the time I got home I was so hungry, I coulda eaten the hind leg off the lamb of God!

This morning, I was having a break at work and Jennifer was asking me about the whole choir experience. I told her about the Hallelujahs and the swaying and the clapping and such and that the choir among other things had backed up U2 on the song I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For.

About 2 minutes from then, the muzak began to play Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson. Okay, it didn't. It actually played U2's - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For.

No, I didn't drop to my knees and start to testify but maybe I should have? That Jesus - you can't do anything without him trying to interrupt.

Despite having a strong Catholic background, a zealot for a mother and a sister who's a nun, I don't claim to be religious at all. I do love me some gospel music though.

I had heard the choir was heading for town and then back burnered it. Then Tanya and Robert decided to go on a cruise and they couldn't use their tickets so I bought them from them.

Glad that I did. Although the seats were 5 rows from the stage and I didn't think I was black enough to pull that off, it wasn't a problem.

Great show and as I said lots of swaying, clapping and shouting and singing. Great personalities and voices and lots of harmless audience participation. Come back anytime HGC.

Yours in Christ,

Dale