One of the more promiment worship leaders at my church is, well, to say she’s dramatic would be a gross understatement.
Last Sunday, she was caught up in a rather exultant mood and raised one arm straight up in the air, as if she suddenly felt the need to hold up the ceiling.
Dad, sitting in a front pew, perked up and looked at her curiously.
A moment later, this enthusiastic singer threw up her other arm, arching her back and belting out to the high heavens.
In a loud voice, Dad exclaimed, “Lordy! She’s going to tip right over!”