We are all entitled to like whichever kind of music we like–it may be polka, it may be gangster rap, it could even be chamber music.  I like a lot of music, but there is one type in particular I could never, ever enjoy.  Ever.  Don’t try to make me.

It’s Christian rock. 

That’s not to say there aren’t talented Christian bands out there with great-sounding tunes.  I might be into it if I weren’t a lyrics person, but alas, I am a lyrics person, and therein lies the problem.  I just can’t rock out to Jesus.

The church I attending as a young’un left a pretty big impression on me.  It was a fire-and-brimstone type of place, where it was made clear that no matter what I do, I am going to go to hell.  There was no rockin’, it was hymns.  With an organ player, or if the organ was broken, a piano lady.  Sometimes the piano lady would sign in a church lady voice.  A church lady voice, if you don’t know, is a very nice soprano voice with plenty of reverberation…but you can be sure you’ll never hear it on American Idol.

So I’ve been to lots of churches, including the megaplex New Life made famous by Ted Haggard, and I can assure you I could never participate in the rock concerts.  There would be people a-throwin’ up their arms but I just couldn’t do it.  In fact, I feel pretty queasy at the very sound of Christian rock…it’s like don’t you guys know Jesus hears your electric guitars?  Shut up!  But no one else seems to care; they are all into the jumping and the mashing and the headbanging to the Gospel.  I need my biblical and my musical separate, and the two shalt not meeteth.