Postby dolfan » April 14th, 2009, 7:30 am
Where I went, they sang "Alive, Alive, Alive Forevermore..." - you know the one. And, a couple of choruses I didn't recognize. And, right before that they'd had some kind of melodramatic a la Karen Wheaton thing with teens in black t-shirts in some sort of choreographed motions (if it was sign language, it was not much of it but was something else I'm not sure of) and lip synching song (I just don't like that stuff) and a very abbreviated enactment of the crucifixion and resurrection rolled into it complete with masked demons being chased off (I never have understood that fascination with that, either ---- my daughter later asked, "Were those supposed to be ghosts?").
All of that wore on my nerves immensely. Then, at the end of the choir's praise and worship, they sang Nothing But The Blood of Jesus a capella. My eyes about burned out of my head as I tried to hold the tears back, which I managed to hide in part.
Human government bears the same relation to hell as the church bears to heaven. (David Lipscomb, On Civil Government, 72).