Hope I didn't choose the wrong pew for this OP
But at least it does touch somewhat on doctrinal differences. I posted this on another website too after something on the radio brought back memories of a very happy moment in my life. One that ended somewhat painfully but not enough to destroy the joy.
I wrote:
Prairie Home Companion is one of my favorite radio shows. NOTICE TO ALL FANS: next week is the annual Joke Show.
Back to the present... tonight they had a great accapella (sp?) gospel group belting out 'On That Great Gettin' Up Morning'. Those guys really rocked. I don't know how anyone sits still when they hear that song done well. While many if not most fundies object to dancing, especially to gospel tunes, they sit in a different pew from mine. After all, didn't Miriam and David both dance before the Lord? According to the Bible at least, David wasn't exactly overdressed either.
It reminded me of a happy/sad occasion in my early 40's. I decided to participate in a fundraiser talent show for a school by spoofing Dylan's 'Maggie's Farm'. Due to scheduling rehearsal was held only just before showtime. People were milling around warming up when a bluegrass band started to sing that song accapella. I wasn't in costume yet, and their music revived my inner hippie - in seconds I went twirling around the room. They got into it and the faster they sang, the faster I danced. By the time they picked up their fiddles, I was almost a whirling dervish. Freest I ever felt. Other people started clapping in time, and it was an authentic celebration.
This wasn't the first time I ever ran afoul of fundies. The so-called director showed up, flew into a snit, and tried to block my way. I just danced around her and kept going. Spirit had me too strong, and she was too slow to corner me.
By the time it trailed off and I got dressed for my planned performance, I learned she'd convinced the principal that the pitchfork - w/o which it's impossible to spoof 'Maggie's Farm' - represented a lethal weapon and so he'd confiscated it. This in a rural community! I guess he was fundie too. So I refused to go on and stormed out, trailing more than a few other performers in my wake. It ended painfully, but I'd do the whole thing over again given a chance. That was still one of the sweetest moments of my life.
So yes, every time I hear 'On That Great Gettin' Up Morning', I'm going to dance at least a little jig if I have to lean on a walker to do it.
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Just the kind I always liked.
First time we took our son to Disneyland, he was toddling around still in diapers. When the street jazz band stopped to play, my son stood in front of the crowd to act as conductor while he also danced. Try being a trumpet player and trying to keep a lip while a toddler gyrates in front of you and 'commands' the band - pretty well according to my opinion. But I felt sorry for the horn players because they kept wanting to crack up like everyone else did.
That's a major reason I enjoy watching little kids - they're so free.
