On our way to Colin’s (paternal) family reunion at Lake Wenatchee, we were able to meet up with some friends from college and our days in Seattle 7th Ward. We hadn’t seen them in six years so it was a blast to catch up with them and see all of their kids (who they didn’t have back then) running around with our kids.
The idea was to meet at Centennial Park in Wenatchee for a picnic and a free outdoor concert. A great summer activity! No one realized that the theme for the night was “Christian Rock.” I knew something was askew when the first song belted out, “The Lord is my shepherd!” with a decent amount of guitar distortion. Suddenly, our group felt a tad out of place.
Now I don’t mean to offend those of you who may be fans of this genre. It’s just that I feel a little uncomfortable when you start mixing the life of the Savior with a rockin’ drum beat. Somehow, when the bandleader describes a moving passage from Luke 2 about the Garden of Gethsemane and then follows it with a sweet electric guitar riff something just doesn’t settle right.
Case in point: the second band to perform was obviously a bunch of talented musicians that knew how to work a crowd. The kids in the audience were already up in front forming their own quasi mosh pit. Even our Warren firmly planted himself front and center and was almost entranced as they sang, “I talk to Jesus.” The band took it upon themselves to utilize the vitality of the youth to further entertain.
“OK, we want all the kids up front to face the audience and show them how to sing this next song!” they summoned from the stage. They proceeded to teach the kids a handy series of movements, not unlike good, old “YMCA,” that coincided with the words, “Oh (hands over head in an “O” shape) my (point to self) soul (touch the bottom of your shoe)…”
Without even a look back, Warren opted out.
Now, normally, I would encourage him to give it a try since he tends to avoid doing whatever fun activity every other kid is doing. I felt pretty good about letting him be a casual observer for this one.
But we had a great time! It was so nice to catch up with old friends, even if we had to shout over the Hallelujahs.