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Contemporary worship music is often banal. No matter the content, the form by itself trivializes what takes place in the liturgy. We keep trying to put asunder what God has joined together medium and message, form and content but invariably the divorce does not end well.
I’ll never forget when our kids came home with a new song they had learned at school:
I say Pharaoh, Pharaoh
Huh! Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t be too hard on the song. It at least keeps together what belongs together form and content. The simplicity of the tune and the part-sensual, part-infantile body motions suit the song’s utter vacuity.