And quickly, now, because I really need to be getting ready for work, here’s a link to a funny article (on InsideCatholic.com) about the state of music in the Catholic church.
After confessing that he actually likes 70s-era classics like “Sons of God” and “Shout from the Highest Mountain,” the writer asks:
Is it just me, or is anybody else ready to go screaming into the night next time they hear “On Eagle’s Wings?”
Dude. It’s not just you. “On Eagle’s Wings” is number one on my mental list of church songs I don’t care if I ever sing again. I know people love the text, but somewhere out there must be a better, more singable expression of it.
I can’t say I like “Sons of God,” since I think the refrain strips the beauty of the Eucharist away entirely, somewhat like a child’s coloring book would strip away the beauty of Michaelangelo’s work on the Sistine Chapel ceiling:
Eat his BOD-y, drink his BLOOD,
And we’ll sing a song of love
But I will concede that it is, at least, singable, in a camp song sort of way.