I recently had a conversation that went something like this:
Local insipid, soulless, Christian radio station: “Give your praise to the Lord / Come on everybody / stand up and sing one more / hallelujah / Give your praise to the Lord / I could never tell you / just how much good that it’s / gonna [sic] do you . . .”
Me: “Man, that is one annoying, stupid song.”
Annoying person singing along: “What’s wrong with this song?”
Me: “Where shall I start? OK, first, the melody, if you can call it that. It sounds like it was written by an asthmatic who can only sing two measures before stopping to gasp for air. But that’s not the worst of it. The words are horrible.”
APSA: “What’s wrong with singing praise to the Lord?”
Me: “Nothing, but if you’re praising the Lord because of how much good it’s going to do you, you’re not really praising the Lord. You’re practicing self-help therapy.”
APSA: “You’re so picky."
Me: [Sigh . . .]
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