Happy clappy

Here is an example of a song we sang recently in staff chapel:

(to the tune of "If You're Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands")

We are riding on a train of love
We are riding on a train of love
We are riding on a train of love fantasy
We are riding on a train of love

This song also involved, of course, clapping and making a conga line. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but aren't love fantasy trains illegal in 47 states?

Two days ago, in morning devotions, we sang a song called "Jesus in the Mornin'" which included lyrics like "Jesus in the mornin', Jesus in the evenin', Jesus at suppertime laughing running skipping praying..." AT 6:50 IN THE MORNING. Jesus in the morning is fine, but there shall be no laughing running skipping from this girl. I'm a stuffy Lutheran. When we get wild we sing something from the green hymnal supplement.

A month ago, staff chapel consisted of us watching a "musical experience," wherein a John Tesh-like man in a sparkly vest pumped his fists for Jesus while lantern-carrying liturgical dancers swayed in gypsy costumes and a man in an equally neat vest played the pan flute.

Of course, it didn't help that during the "musical experience" all I could think of was Emily Kiebel back in college, singing "I'm a cloooooooooooooowwwwwnnnnn...for Christ" to the tune of Britney's "Slave 4 U," and I'm afraid it was all downhill from there.

Usually I don't mind this too much-majority rules and most Indonesian Christians are very free-spirited in their worship style. Usually it's OK with me, I can be flexible. It's good for me, I reason, to experience new and different ways of doing things.

I draw the line at fantasy love trains and sparkly vests. There are limits.