The chorus of one song is: Christ, you are my smile Christ, you are my sight Christ, you are my every thought Christ, I love your might. How can Christ be your smile? I try not to overthink it and attempt to lose myself in the music. I want to have learned all of the words in time for the gig tonight. I have an hour before I have to leave. That would be a pretty cool thing to do. Cool in a going-to-a-God-themed-rock-concert kind of way. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Gordon since Thursday. I know he isn’t the sexiest guy ever, but there is something about him I really fancy. I think it’s just how well he knows himself, how self-assured he seems. How comfortable he is with his faith. Comfortable enough to stand on stage in front of a room full of people and sing songs about it. I can’t imagine doing anything like that. I haven’t even told my own mother I am religious, let alone an entire ticket-paying audience. I want to have as much conviction – I want to feel what he feels and believe the way that he does.
