337.0: It has never been done.

Dear Linc,

In college, I used to listen to music like this — sometimes it’s called Christian contemporary, sometimes just Christian. I don’t mind calling it Christian music, except that it should also just be music, just like any other movie score, pop song and old jazz standard that I happen to like.

You should keep your hair long like Mac Powell, grow a beard and start singing Christian pop. Actually, I don’t like that much facial hair on guys. My skin is breaking out in hives just thinking about having to kiss that face everyday. Blaaahh.. ha ha. :)

I haven’t been to church in… too long. I’m of the belief that you don’t have to regularly attend church to be considered a good Christian, but community is important — and I do miss my community. The other day, a church friend popped up at work and I actually did a double take. (A double take is one of those things that I always hear people say they do but I have only rarely ever done it myself or seen others do it, kind of like the saying “I laughed all the way to the bank.” Has anyone actually ever laughed on their way to the bank? Besides the Mitt Romneys of the world, although I suspect that they hire people to go to the bank for them.) It was a nice surprise, though. She was sitting cross-legged in the history section, hiding out as bookstore bandits do, and when we caught up she said to me: “You know, I secretly think of this as your bookstore.”

Half of my life is spent wondering about God, the things He does and the things He has failed to do, and what I have not yet done for Him; the other half of my life is more vocal, in which I long for (re?)union with my husband. I spend so much time doing that, that when I do go back to contemplating a relationship with the Lord, it feels excruciatingly awkward — like trying to make myself in adulthood return to the belief of Santa Claus, except that it is not him who I wish to see after this life.

Joe