Our five year old (the princess known as Abby) is learning the Doxology. You know:
Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below,
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Amen.
A moment ago she came to me with news of a “singing prayer” she had just made up. This was immediately followed with an offer to sing it for me (natch). Now, there are a lot of times when I don’t understand much of what Abby says. I’m getting old and so is my hearing. She is five and talks at an alarmingly fast rate. So as she began to sing her prayer (which bore a striking resemblance to the Doxology), I didn’t understand much of it. But there was one phrase that was unmistakable. In the middle of this contemporized song of praise was the phrase, “Oh, yeah!”
I’ll soon be roaming through the house, on a mission to destroy everything High School Musical and Hannah Montana. Nothing but Gregorian Chants in our house from now on! (…and Bob Marley…and John Coletrane…)