Jon Foreman

Date: 6/28/2019

I'm on an island outpost for a Switchfoot concert. It's probably 4 a.m. I'm walking around. There's a hill where a patio and party were. There's a semi-underground brick area through a hill. I meet Jon Foreman, because he's also wrestling with something spiritual and can't sleep. He shows me a small chapel inside. "I want you to know that this is yours, anytime," he says, taking a seat near the altar. He seems very peaceful, maybe getting ready to pray or say something deep. There are two guys inside doing yoga or something sweaty, not what the space is meant for. I think, "I wonder if he recognizes my face from the concert or assumes I'm probably a fan." I don't want to ruin the specialness of the moment. I say, "I want to tell you that your music and your lyrics really mean a lot to me."