A few years ago, Reverend Billy Graham made this farewell tour where he "played" a weekend at the Flushing Meadows in Queens (where the U.S. Open takes place).  My boyfriend at the time and I thought it would be kind of fun to go and check it out; you know - laugh at all the normies who loved God enough to attend a giant outdoor public speaking event by a television evangelist.   It was summer, it was free, hey, why not.

In addition to the Reverend, there were several musical acts.  There was this HI-NRG Ceci Peniston style group that made music that normally only appeals to gay guys on several rounds of poppers cornholing in the bathroom of the Eagle.  And of course, Jars of Clay (my joke, which we told several earnest young people who had approached us asking if we had heard "the message" was that we were just there for Jars of Clay - aka "Jarheads". I really cracked myself up with that one).

The weirdest part of this experience was that I discovered there's this universal dance move that everyone, I mean EVERYONE - young, old, black, white - does to whatever style of Christian music is playing.  And that move is to put your hands up and head down and kind of sway. It's wack because imagine a 50 year old woman "dancing" like this to a disco-banger like Deborah Cox's "Nobody's Supposed to Be Here (Remix)".  It must be God's favorite dance move or something.

Also, God has terrible taste in music.