Well, that’s never happened before.
The fact that, while playing worship music for a special meeting at my church tonight, I wanted to rap. True, it was just a small little rhyme, but it was stuck in my head for good. Stuck like lovable, round Pooh trying to get out of Rabbit’s hole (oh that doesn’t sound so good); let’s change that to home, trying to get out of Rabbit’s home (oh, that’s much better)–but what I mean is that the tiniest of raps was stuck inside my head and wanted to be spoken and given a chance, but it didn’t get it’s chance. Not tonight, anyway.
See, I love rap. And I know it would have been just fine for me to start free styling a little, I guess, but man, I gotta work up the guts for that. And I was half afraid that the rest of the people up on stage with me would just stop playing and stare at me, as if to say, Well, what’s gotten into her?
A tiny little rap, that’s what.
But this reminds me of a story my brother Jonathan (I know that, because of the thislifeinwriting.com Hall of Fame (aka the tag cloud), you requested to not be called “brother Jonathan” like that, but what am I to do? You are my brother and you are named Jonathan!) likes to tell.
He was little, maybe ten or something, and we were all worshipping in church, together as a family. He finally worked up the courage to lift his hands while singing, you know, quite an exuberant and bold move–especially for one so young–when my brother Jason (perhaps I should just start referring to you guys as Friars, since that sounds even better than “brother Jason” and “brother Jonathan”) tapped Jonathan on the shoulder and, in total and complete shock, asked him, What are you DOING?! He said it like Jonathan (or rather, Friar Jonathan) had been dangling a cat from his hands, trying to hypnotize himself with the cat’s tail or something.
Jonathan got all embarrassed and his moment of boldness deflated, just like that, as he lowered his hands and went back to doing things the way he’d always done them.
So yeah, Jason wasn’t here tonight, but I would have half expected a tap on the shoulder and a What are you doing?!, had I started rapping during worship. And again, the rap was just a little rhyme, nothing to write home about, nothing to make Kanye jealous or anything.
But maybe someday.
I do, after all, love rap.
I love that, you want to rap, boo. I can’t rap at all, I am a hot mess. LOL!!! You know the youth at my church have a hip hop ministry team. They produce these amazing beats, and the write all raps for GOD! I love going to church on Sunday, and they get up and perform. It is so amazing!
That really does sound amazing. I’d love to hear all those beats and their rhymes…! And for the record, I bet you could rap! Anyone who can sing and who has rhythm (which is you–I’ve seen and heard both, first hand!) can rap:)
OK—I LOVE the rap that you do…..but I don’t like any other rap so I can’t really say I like rap. Maybe if more people rapped the way you.
I bet you just have to give it more of a chance, mom. I bet you’d like paper gangsta (though I won’t tell you who the artist is, for feat that will make you biased against it!).
Siblings have the most fantastic way of deflating a person, don’t they? especially older siblings. It’s nice to read something related to real life… I have been buried in library books for a week or so, which is wonderful, but it also tends to absent me from my life a little too much. Good to catch up. And you are welcome for the painting. very, very. And I love rap, too, it’s wonderful; get to it!
Emily–I do love that painting so very much. I truly brightens my life.
And being buried in library books does not sound all that bad, actually–though, yes–I suppose being buried in ANYTHING can feel a little suffocating after a while:) I hope your summer is going well!
*that should say IT truly brightens my life.
I am sure you would all be very happy for me, though, if I went around telling everything that I brighten my own life. Good. for. me.
For the record, I don’t remember doing this at all!!! Not one bit!!!
Well, Jonathan certainly remembers it! hahahahahaha
I’m think it was Josh. Or Jonathan’s subconscious!
I am DYING to hear you rap!!
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strange little comment, Jase.
it took me a moment, but I got it eventually.
Yeah, what was i DOING!?
I did not get it. :-/
mandy–he was trying to correct a grammatical error he had made. very good and proper of him, I suppose. but confusing, nonetheless!
Haha. I thought he was correcting me – and I was trying to figure out how taking an “ing” out of “DYING” would make it make any sense.
It would have made a lot more sense if it had replied to my comment specifically, which is what I tried to do and failed.
It’s a forgivable offense, don’t worry.
mandy–that’s so funny that you thought he was correcting YOU–that would have been so annoying of him!!
hehe! I really just thought that I had mistyped! And I read it over and over – “Dying” minus “ing”… that’s just “Dy” – I don’t get it.
I would love it if you bust out in a holy spirit-inspired rap during worship…I say go for it, Jess!