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Concerts and Silence

It is Sunday morning and it is quiet at my house. The kids are all at Nana and Papa's and my preacher man is at church. I love this kind of quiet. Not for a long period of time, but an hour or so of it really refreshes my soul. Wow!

Last night we went to the Newsboys concert. To say that I dreaded it badly, would be an understatement. We had gotten to Little Rock at 7:15 AM to shop the consignment sale, Papa came and got the kids at about 8:00 and then it was just the two of us until 5:00 that afternoon. We shopped until I dropped! I felt like I was living Abby's life. I could go to any store I wanted, stay as long as I wanted, and not have to worry about taking someone to the bathroom, refereeing fights, or anything of the like. You moms know what I'm talking about.

Back to the concert. It was really great!!!
A group I had never heard of was one of the opening acts. Their name is New World Son, and boy were they good. They have a different sound, one that I just loved. Their lead singer could dance, sing, play and really get the message out that Jesus is Lord. They were not ashamed of the gospel.
Rush of Fools was good too. The Newsboys came out and jammed from the get-go. We saw them for the 1st time 11 years ago and their lead singers energy has not waned from that time. I don't understand it, but I appreciate it. They had one song where the drummers box was lifted up off the stage and then turned around SIDEWAYS and he kept playing. It was the greatest thing!
They had a special time of sharing the gospel to all that were there, and a time for response. A christian concert is so much more than great music and awesome drum tilty-whirl acts, it is a time for Christians to get together and worship God. Thank you Newsboys and New World Son!!!
Now, I must go and see if I can download New World Son songs on my ipod! Happy Palm Sunday and St Patrick's Eve!
Julie

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