My friend Ben posted this on his blog:
It was horrifying to sit in the back as worship was sung to us. The congregation jumped with excitement over the words. Hands were raised in the air as an act of praise and every one seemed to have a joyful time with this song. But what I didn’t understand was how this song was considered worship and Who these people were praising ever so intensely. The words were so “me” centered that I don’t even think we could call it synergism any more. More like Monergism with each individual as their own "mono."