Imagine this. You’re sitting in a booth at Chick-Fil-A in Kentucky, trying to enjoy your waffle fries, when all of a sudden you hear: “Our God is an awesome God/He reigns from heaven above/with wisdom, power, and love/our God is an awesome God.” And when you look around you to see if anyone else is shocked by the musical venue, you come to notice that no one else is fazed by it.

            Yes, this has happened to me. And if it ever happens to you, I would like you to know that it’s very annoying, but as long as you’re out of there quickly, you will live.

            It’s not like I’m not a professed Christian, because I am. All I’m saying is that if you don’t want to bug people in your fried chicken establishment, play classic rock. If you don’t want people to laugh in your face nervously at your gas station, don’t play music at all. But people don’t like it when they feel like they’re constantly in line for Communion. It’s all uncomfortable, and it doesn’t even fit the atmosphere. Isn’t that what music in a public place is supposed to do? Fit the atmosphere?

            Don’t tell this to me, however. Tell it to the annoying folks in Kentucky. They also don’t know how to roll the cones in sprinkles at Dairy Queen, either.