This wonderful innovation hasn’t made it up here to the northwoods—yet. It may be difficult to introduce this up here, not only because it might not be well received. You see, we do not have a ready supply of Elvis impersonators here. Our only option would be to borrow one from one of the on-reservation casios.
I was reflecting on how one could liturgically integrate “I’m All Shook Up”. Would it work best as part of the confiteor (our sins have us all shook up?) or as an offertory (parting with my offering has me all shook up?).
After our sideburns have grown out and we can locate some blue suede shoes, we might be able to avoid hiring an impersonator. Pastors could do that themselves. A rhinestone chausible must be doable.
This article even negatively contrasts Elvis with ——-Paul Gerhardt! Anyone who prefers Gerhardt to Elvis is ok with me.
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