We were in church with our kids a few years ago. We began to sing an old familiar hymn, one I had grown up singing next to my mother in church. So, while I impressed myself with my memory of the baritone harmony, one of our children was reading the actual words to the song, which went like this:
"There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Emmanuel's veins..."
He turned to us with a look of disgusted horror and loudly said, "It's filled with BBLLLOOOOOODDD????"
Mercifully, he didn't look back to the screen to see the part about us sinners plunging into the bloody fountain. Poor kid would have been scarred for life.
The point is that, repeated enough times, almost anything becomes invisible. Like song lyrics, or the Lord's Prayer. Or the name of a church.
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