As the final rippling interplay of the Amen chorus dies away, you are left reflecting on the words. Most come from Isaiah and they’re a mixed bag. Some are sublime…He was despised, despised of men; a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
…especially the deliberately understated “acquainted”. On the other hand, bathos may be only a crotchet or two away…
How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace.
…raising a number of anatomical questions. I was familiar with both the above but this was the first time I was aware of the implications of…
Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low: and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough places plain...
… so paradise will look like Lincolnshire superimposed with a New York street grid pattern. Climbers not welcome. If Yahweh doesn’t like gradients or curves (Motorcyclists, too, it seems will not be welcome) why did he create them?
