It is hard to know where to start, but as we have been given an hours worth of free time to process, I feel that I have plenty of opportunity to remove the horror from my psyche.

I was used to the fact that we blow the proverbial trumpet when we make our offering in front of everyone.

It was the Battle Hymn of the Republic that really got to me. As I am a Yankee, it is nor so much the civil war issues, though perhaps it should be, it is the scary triumphalism. And yes of is true that the tune itself I find familiar and comforting, but that makes the betrayl that much worse. The words are shockingly awful, and I can’t help but to wonder .. Who thought that was a good idea?

Some of the people at my table knew the alternate lyrics about the union solidarity, and so occasionally we would sing those instead.

Still, I am off to Starbucks to help erase the horror.

Don’t forget to check out Huw’s blog about this.