Friday 30 October 2009

Still...

I realize that working in a high school with teens all day rubs off on you. I realize that when you coach the Reach for the Top team (like a Jeopardy game played between schools) and some of the kids, though staggeringly well-informed, always start giggling hysterically when the answer to a question is something like "Joey Smallwood," and then kids just have to whisper "Small. Wood." to keep the giggles from dying down, that it tends to make you more juvenile. Still, when someone on Facebook is going on about truly loving a dear old hymn, and how the "praise" just wells up inside them until they are swelling with it, and how they loved it when they slowed the tempo and the HUGE organ just let all that burst out to soar skyward, I know that they are expressing a serious, personal, orgiastic (ha) religious experience. Why, then, am I thinking "Heh heh. He said HUGE organ." Juvenile.

1 comment:

bethany said...

mwahahah, still laughing ...