Bear with me one moment. Patronize me, if you will. I must slip into faux-pas with capitalization and punctuation.

BECAUSE I’M GOING TO SEE U2 IN CONCERT!!

As long as I’ve been a fan, this is a first. I told Chris I had to see them before I (or they) died. (Of course, when I told him I could now die on October 13th, he offered to help.)

I’ll have to use a telescope (yes, telescope, not binoculars) to see them, I’m sure, from row 314, and my husband doesn’t get it ("Why," he asked, "when the 3D version is so much better?"–and I’m sure we’ll see the next 3D version they do of this concert as well, honey), but I get to be part of that energy.

(You must also excuse the long sentences. One doesn’t have time for breathing in times like these.)

For years, I’ve been crying, "Let me in the sound!" and this year, this momentous year, I’ll be in the sound. (Unless Christ returns, which is okay, because than I’d be in the even greater sound.)

Now, in my two U2 dreams, Chris and I sat with the group and discussed ministry and business opportunities with them (this was after Madonna abdicated her street corner so that U2 could sing there). I don’t suppose we’ll have the same opportunity at this concert.