Somewhere I remember reading an account of an earnest young curate who caused amusement to his congregation by exhorting them: “Let us take our hearts and look them in the face.”
Apparently this kind of spiritual contortion has now become part of the vocabulary of modern worship songs, too. Today I found myself being invited to sing
All who are thirsty,
all who are weak,
come to the fountain,
dip your heart in the stream of life…
Google Images unfortunately couldn’t find an illustration of this startling feat, so this will have to do instead:
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