One thing I was able to admire, though, was the kind of sacrifice they were willing to make for what they love to do. Most of them in their teens, and some who are mothers of little ones like Abigail and Isabel, have given up their normal life and rights for a chance at making their dreams come true. For some, it may be the fame. For others, maybe, their passion for music. Yet, they all have endured many months of criticism, hardship and alienation from their loved ones to get to where they are now. Sandy and I were trying to imagine what it would be like to leave our family and friends behind and travel for months singing the same songs every night to the audience that will soon forget their nanmes. I couldn't find any glamour in it. Yet, they all seemed very dedicated. I find it very rare these days to see people who are willing to suffer for what they love. Maybe that's the reason for all mediocrity.
One of the biggest surprises of the evening came when they ended the concert with a song about “Jesus”. Sandy and I didn’t expect at all to hear that name at a concert like this. But, there on the stage was the name of Jesus being praised. “His eyes are on the sparrow… Jesus, He’s my portion, He watches over me…” When the song started, people began to cheer and scream. I am not sure if they got excited for Jesus or for their idols, but my heart was strangely warmed. Sandy and I looked at each other and just smiled. In the most unexpected place, from the most unexpected people, we were hearing the praise of the name that was so special to us. That made the whole night a little more memorable.