On Ash Wednesday, Writer Mom and I went to see Jars of Clay with some of our college and career folk and some other college and career folk from area Reformed churches. (PCA, CanRC, URC). Instead of sporting some cross shaped smudges, I reveled in the live music in a way I hadn't since a 1987 Altar Boys Concert in Southern California. Putting a bum knee and my "man of the cloth" solemnity aside, I pogoed and bopped to the music. The 80's are still alive baby!!