Come Unto Me
by Anthony Esolen
I have experienced two kinds of "youth" music at Christian services. One is like listening to a song that was popular in 1968 and that you have heard five hundred times too often, so that the melody is what some people shrewdly call an "earworm," a tune that wriggles its way from ear to brain and lodges there for a day or two, till you dislodge it by swimming underwater and banging the side of your head afterwards till the wax loosens and the water and the music come out.
The other hasn't so much charm as that. Its lyrics don't rise to the literacy of R . . .