Go down, Moses
I love being a member of the Episcopal Church. We belong to a church that is very diverse, very spiritual, full of caring individuals.
In addition to the main hymnal, we have alternative collections of songs. I believe these enrich the worship experience. One of them is a hymnal of tradition and African-American songs entitled Lift Every Voice and Sing.
But today in church, one of the selections from that hymnal nearly had me fleeing out the door so I wouldn't make a spectacle of myself.
See, sometimes, when you're a person who loves parodies, your sense of humor can be quirked at the oddest of times. You know what I'm talking about, I'm sure. Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd have forever ruined Wagnerian opera for me. If you're a Christine Lavin fan, you'll never be able to listen to the Pachelbel Canon ever again. If you like Cheryl Wheeler, there's her take on the Mexican Hat Dance which is just absolutely perfect. The Chenille Sisters' version of Blowin' in the Wind is priceless.
And you know I love movies, especially 80s comedies. So guess which hymn we sang in church today? The lyrics running through my head related to the following as an overpowering urge: