I have the worship music tastes of a seventy-five year-old woman.

There I admitted it. That's because a seventy-five year-old woman was picking out the hymns and gospel songs in the church where I grew up. My iPod playlist is really eclectic-ranging from George Jones to Andrew Peterson to Taio Cruz. But, when it comes to worship, nothing gets to me like Fanny Crosby. And, if "Just As I Am" is played, I'm going to want to cry, and probably walk the nearest aisle (even if it's on an airplane).