i don’t listen to as much christian music as i did between the ages of 8 and 14. but i’m also a creature of nostalgia, so all of this still holds a special place in my heart, and i still think a lot of this is maybe good––even by the standards of my own tastes two decades later. (this dc talk song rips. so does jars of clay’s self-titled album.)
© spencer tuckerman—summer ‘24