The concert, involving songs in English, French, and Swahili, started out well enough. Though no lyrics were projected (the powerpoint seemed to alternate between the theme – Genesis 17:1 – and fleeting images of cats bearing what had to be a subliminal message), I could keep up because the worship seemed to involve a lot of frenzied repetition. Then we heard a short sermon regarding a verse in Zechariah that said we were the prunelle of God's eye. I assumed it meant apple, but I'd never heard that word before – maybe it meant iris. So while the pastor revelled in trilling that word over and over again, I was stuck on the image of someone poking God in the eye because I was half deaf from the concert anyway.