I describe myself as a Christian but have long struggled with "corporate worship" as the pastor of my church describes it. Part of my requirement of being a member is to attend corporate worship. I like the sermons most of the time and the music most of the time. I really love the fellowship and the children's sermons. What I do not so much enjoy is the morose aspect that cant seem to keep it's way out of it. No matter where I have gone to church there is always deeply sinister, depressing things that happen. I know there is a need to be humbled in front of the almighty. I get it, but I dont.
Today we had a Palm Sunday service and the choir did a presentation as the sermon. It was pretty good and we have some very talented people there. For the most part I was quite impressed. There were three solos during the sermon. One rocked it out of the park, one nearly pulverized our eardrums and the last was one of the most odd experiences of my life. She was a classic opera singer and had an amazing voice. She is singing a few bars and then out of her mouth, in the most amazingly beautiful voice leaks something like "As the worms eat my body, I will be with my Father." REALLY? This line was repeated at least 5 times. I apologize if I do not have the correct verbiage, but WORMS? It was something Marilyn Manson may have more appropriately sang.
I realize the significance of it and all but I still can't get over it. After all, we almost all end up worm food or torch fodder. It is a fact of life. Hopefully at this time in our path we are with our Father, yes. However, I do not find this appealing for church music. Do we really need to be THAT humble? What could be grosser than envisioning being eaten by worms?
Then as my ridiculous mind wanders, as it does with the slightest provocation, I decide I do not want to be worm food. Nor do I want to be torch fodder. During this song I decided I want to donate myself to those Body Worlds people. What could be better than being preserved into an artistic sculpture? So then I am seeing myself as the absolutely disgusting fat lady with "worm holes" in her brain from craziness tunneling though her due to her children driving her damn plain nuts. That didn't really go over so well either. It brought the whole thing full circle. Worms.
To make the day even more special and "wormy", after the service I found a dead gummy worm melted to the seat in my car. FLYNNNNN!!!!!!! That was a present from Mimi's Cafe, who like to serve children dirt cups with gummy worms. MMMMM. WORMS. . .
P.S. I saw a patient once that had maggots eating his ear. It was totally gross so I really think this song should be banned. THE END.
Today we had a Palm Sunday service and the choir did a presentation as the sermon. It was pretty good and we have some very talented people there. For the most part I was quite impressed. There were three solos during the sermon. One rocked it out of the park, one nearly pulverized our eardrums and the last was one of the most odd experiences of my life. She was a classic opera singer and had an amazing voice. She is singing a few bars and then out of her mouth, in the most amazingly beautiful voice leaks something like "As the worms eat my body, I will be with my Father." REALLY? This line was repeated at least 5 times. I apologize if I do not have the correct verbiage, but WORMS? It was something Marilyn Manson may have more appropriately sang.
I realize the significance of it and all but I still can't get over it. After all, we almost all end up worm food or torch fodder. It is a fact of life. Hopefully at this time in our path we are with our Father, yes. However, I do not find this appealing for church music. Do we really need to be THAT humble? What could be grosser than envisioning being eaten by worms?
Then as my ridiculous mind wanders, as it does with the slightest provocation, I decide I do not want to be worm food. Nor do I want to be torch fodder. During this song I decided I want to donate myself to those Body Worlds people. What could be better than being preserved into an artistic sculpture? So then I am seeing myself as the absolutely disgusting fat lady with "worm holes" in her brain from craziness tunneling though her due to her children driving her damn plain nuts. That didn't really go over so well either. It brought the whole thing full circle. Worms.
To make the day even more special and "wormy", after the service I found a dead gummy worm melted to the seat in my car. FLYNNNNN!!!!!!! That was a present from Mimi's Cafe, who like to serve children dirt cups with gummy worms. MMMMM. WORMS. . .
P.S. I saw a patient once that had maggots eating his ear. It was totally gross so I really think this song should be banned. THE END.
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