So I never understood that level of reverence until last night when I saw Parson James perform. And when James sang, we got on our feet and we raised our hands and suddenly I was that kid again, captured in that moment of pure togetherness. We sat in the church pews while James and Auckland's LGBT choir Gals stood framed by stained glass and wooden arches. The show itself was short - James played through his five-song EP Temple and threw in a Broods cover (Mother and Father) and that was about it. It wasn't that James was such a spectacular performer that I saw God or found faith or the light or whatever it is that happens to people in these moments of clarity.

Source: New Zealand Herald July 13, 2016 01:30 UTC