A grey day for Monet.
SM: It's lovely to be here, Eccles. Pity it's such a dull day, eh? What a dreadful fog!
E: Good to see you, Sue, which I probably couldn't do if we were outside. Is this the sort of colour of day you had in mind?
SM: Something sunnier would be better, Eccles.
SM: Yes I see: The sun has come up, the night is behind. I expect you ask priests to get a reliable weather forecast before scheduling this hymn in their services?
Singing in the rain, an alternative hymn for bad weather.
SM: It's metaphorical, Eccles. Think of God, rather than the sun itself.
E: I'm still wondering how colours can dawn into the mind, but let's move on. Go down in the city, into the street, And let's give the message to the people we meet.
SM: Ah yes, that was unfortunate. The church tends to empty at that point, as some people take it too literally.
E: Perhaps the hymn should say: After the service, go into the street...?
SM: Good thinking, Eccles. I'll consider that for when I revise the hymn. Unless of course people want to stay for coffee? After your coffee, go into the street...?
Just a quick coffee, then we'll go into the street.
SM: Now, do you like the chorus? So light up the fire and let the flame burn. Open the door, let Jesus return. Take seeds of his Spirit, let the fruit grow.
E: I suppose we could cook the fruit on the flame. Or Jesus could come in and warm Himself by the fire.
SM: I got an award for my mixed metaphors, you know.
Let the flame burn.
E: Go through the park, on into the town. Did you write these words yourself, or was it your SatNav?
SM: Ah, I have had some complaints here, Eccles. People kept telling me that the way into town didn't go through any parks.
Go through the park, on into the town. Then ask again.
E: I'm not sure that there's much to say about the rest of the hymn. It seems to be all about the sun and light, but you do stretch the metaphor almost to breaking.
SM: Oh, but Eccles, dear, there was even an extra verse that I deleted:
The sun's got his hat on, isn't that great?
The Spirit is with us till half past eight.
The sun disappears in late afternoon,
But God made the cow jump over the moon.
E and SM (together): So light up the fire and let the flame burn...
A little-known work of the Spirit.
Previous entries for the Eccles Bad Hynm Award:
Lord of the Dance.
Shine, Jesus, shine.
Enemy of apathy.
Walk in the Light.
Kum Ba Yah. Follow me. God's Spirit is in my heart. Imagine. Alleluia Ch-ch.
It ain't necessarily so. I, the Lord of sea and sky.