Our decadent liturgy is dribbling decencies:
Debussy’s Prelude all modern and dissonant:
“Of course that doesn’t make you look fat!”;
Dan Gibson’s Introit, all daylight and desire:
“Mmmm! This is so good I must have the recipe!”;
Dawn’s invocation:
“I am really good. You?”;
The laud at the door:
“Such a sweet child.”;
Second song:
“I sing because I’m happy.”;
Canticle of alms and gifts:
“Of course I can buy one. I’ve always wanted one of these!”;
Sermon:
“You sing beautifully!”;
Hymn of response:
“Well of course. That makes perfect sense.”;
Benediction:
” Come back anytime. Just call first.”;
In our service will we ever speak all the words we can never say?