Hearing about Jesus relaxes me, like gospel music. Sometimes when I'm driving and listening to recordings of my priest's best sermons I bought from my megachurch's store, I feel myself nodding off to sleep, but that'd be OK. I know that Jesus would take the wheel from my weary arms and I and my hummer would be safe: yea tho I pass into a school at high velocity and there was a valley of death, I would fear no charges, for thou would be with me. Thy choir CD comforts me. You prepareth a table before me in the presence of my enemies. My engine runneth over. And I shall dwell in the house of THE LORD forever and ever.