If I’m ever Hit by Lightning . . .

no one will be the least bit surprised. My chorus was starting work on the Passion section of the Messiah, and I was overwhelmed with a craving for a certain tender, flavorful meat. Care to guess the chorus we were rehearsing?

“All We Like Sheep.” Blame the Red family sense of humor. Some years ago, Dad asked if Mom would like a leg-of-lamb for supper for some special occasion. Mom grinned and launched into “All We Like Sheep (have gone astray)”.

That chorus was also used on the occasion of the church choir (adult) trying to line up for an airline flight. (We also did the “Whiffenpoof Song”, much to the confusion of the younger passengers and the appreciation of older ones.)*

Mom and I have also been known to break into “Worthy is the Lamb” if the meat in question is especially good. (Sometimes making up different, less religious lyrics.)

Someday, my sense of humor will be the end of me. And no one around will have any doubts as to why!

*”We are little black sheep who have gone astray/ Baa, baa, baa,” and so on. (start at 1:08)[Yes, the lines are a toned-down version of Kipling’s “Gentlemen Rankers”]




16 thoughts on “If I’m ever Hit by Lightning . . .

  1. Personally, I have long believed that any god worthy of worship will have a sense of humor, and in particular a fine appreciation for puns and wordplay.

    Any resemblance between that belief and my own favorite forms of humor is, of course, entirely coincidental.

    • I’ll offer support– the guy literally said “people will call your kid God Walks Among Us” — which was an acceptable name, but was also literally who He was.

      And there are new books on the “inter-related symbolism” in religious matters, which is a fancy way of saying “puns, including visual ones!”

    • I doubt that the Adversary has a sense of humor. 😉

      Oh, C. S. Lewis in his Screwtape Letters has Screwtape giving an “interesting” lecture on “humor”. IE H*ll doesn’t like it but “Mockery” (disguised as humor) is OK.

      Of course, mockery directed against H*ll would be punished. 😈

  2. *snicker*
    On dinner dishes and suitable songs – one of my mother’s stand-by recipes was one made of rice and seasoned beef heart, sliced very thinly to cook, as it was rather tough. Invariably, my father would begin to sing “Heart! You gotta have heart! Miles and miles of heart…” from the musical Damn Yankees. Mom was never amused.

  3. Knowing you, dear, I suspect you won’t feel sheepish about it . . . and your singing will be no less pure. It won’t be offal.

    Theologically, of course, there will undoubtedly be lambifications . . .


  4. I think the closest I got to the Whiffenpoof Song before truly hearing it (long, long, looooong time) was Tom Lehrer’s variation… or reference. Still, hearing a “random outbreak” of it would be HI-larious.

    • Oh it was. This was loooooong before 9/11, and we were in a gate at JFK. For some reason people just could not get sorted out, and a voice observed, “What we need is a sheepdog!” “All We Like Sheep” promptly commenced. Once the choir at least was sort of organized, a bass and an alto launched into “Whiffenpoof.” Those who could, chimed in. I think the gate agent was relieved when the aircraft door closed.

  5. After a visit to the pinniped enclosure at Unnamed Aquarium, the wording of “And the Glory of the Lord” transmogrified.

    Bass entrance became “And the glory, the glory of the tusked! See them gle-eaming, them gle-eaming befo-ore you!”
    SA: “And the Eskimos shall paddle in their kayaks …”

    When we warm down from choral work, i’st enough to drive you up the walrus.

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