They looked and sounded great singing songs in Italian or Spanish or French with pleasant, even thrilling harmony, but their humour, which was rare to begin with, was less entertaining, bordering on bland, and at times, disturbingly suggestive.
I enjoyed myself...to a certain extent. First, the music on the whole was too loud. Many of the climaxes were almost unbearably so. Their harmonies would have sounded better softer. The younger of my 2 younger brothers said it was common phenomenon in modern live concerts - loud - and he used another word, which i forgot, but i think it meant clear - in that every voice and instrument could be heard.
Second and more important, i noticed that such music did not thrill my soul so much as it used to...it was strange that i could still cry when i heard certain songs...i mean some secular songs still move me to tears, but i respond more to Christian songs now, especially to those about the nations worshiping and people consecrating themselves and spending time in His presence.
Anyway, right in the middle of it all - and there were no breaks during the concert (amazing stamina right? but i guess they could take breaks while the rest of the group was singing) - i remembered praying for the whole audience, that they would know the greatest thrill of all - our Lord Jesus Christ - and be moved by Him and respond to His love for us.
Il Divo means divine male performer. This described them well, if divine means wonderful or fantastic. But i could only describe God as divine, which means godly or heavenly. And what Jesus did on the cross for us so that we could have eternal and abundant life is simply DIVINE!
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