Last year I went back to a church I had attended for several years, left for another reason. The new pastor runs up to shake our hand, not knowing most everyone in the church knew us because we had ministered there many times. Anyhow he came up with his blue jeans, a little too tight for his age, and his lumerneer smile and says a quick hello and welcome and walks on. We were there to see another singer in concert. So the lights go down and some young people come up on the stage with instruments. Everyone jumps up, no matter their age, and begins to bounce like a bunch of Tigger the Tigers. And then the strobe lights start and they hit the drums and guitars. I don't know if I'm in a bar, a strip club, or a rave, but I just know it can't be church! But no, Im sitting in a pew... And the songs! God is good, God is great, I love God,God is good, God is great, I love God,God is good, God is great, I love God. Good thing we took out all that power in the blood, for such a worm as I nonsense. On and on it went,with no end in sight. When my ears were near bleeding and the grand mal seizure was about to hit from the strobe lights and repetitive songs they stopped and let the guest come up. Apparently I wasn't the only one in that state because he did something very odd. He sang a hymn!! He dared to do such a thing in a church. I was there and saw it first hand!! And the Tiggers stopped bouncing and people began to cry and hands slipped up in the air. Amazing!! No strobe lights, no smashing of instruments, no bouncing, just the old fashioned Gospel put to music. You should have been there. Quite an amazing sight.