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13 comments:
Ha! It must be what my children call "opposite" day for her. ;-)
Actually I think it's a fairly true picture of depression as a Christian. I don't think I could say it any better.
I am a jerk and was convinced it was a parody of hipster/emergent piety.
It totally could be, and is hilarious as such. Either way it's actually pretty good :P
What a lovely metaphor for my 40th week. How kind of her to address me in bold letters at the start. (I win the Jerkiest Jerk award, since I was laughing out loud at the foot-pounding.)
That made me want an anti-depressant. Also, I have a piano just like that.
That is exactly how I tried to feel today.
I concur that this works on both levels.
I am speechless.
My husband and I could only laugh. Pretty hard too.
The only problem I have with this, is that if this woman really is depressed, and is a Christian, there are many fitting hymns that she could sing that were written to give utterance and relief to those in times despair or sadness. But to take what is known to be a fun, lighthearted, happy song and sort of "ridicule" it in this way just seems to me like a deliberate guilt trip.
By guilt trip I mean it's like saying that anyone who sings "I've got that joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart" in a carefree happy way is denying the reality of suffering or something. Not so.
One organist said he played Happy Birthday in a minor key during Lent whenever a choir member had a birthday.
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