Meggie responds to a year-old rant on Matrix-y trench coats in worship by telling me to get a life.

Thanks so much, Meggie, for reminding me how much more important it is to impress the elderly church folk with trendy freakishness rather than be concerned about propriety in worship. Truly, I, the stodgy hymn-singing traditionalist, am shamed by the unsearchable profundities of pop Christianity, which conforms so effectively to the ways of the world.