To give proper context to the meaning of this expression, let’s back up one day to the Valentine’s Day event that Debra and I attended with our church group. About forty of us gathered together to share a meal, to sing, to play a game, and to hear a message from the Word.
The songs were a mix of old love songs and songs of faith. The love songs included “Let Me Call You Sweetheart”, “For Me and My Gal”, “Down By the Old Mill Stream”, and “In the Good Old Summertime”.
Then we wrapped up our vocal exercises with a few songs of faith: “Love Lifted Me”, “Joy Unspeakable”, “I Keep Falling in Love with Him”, and “Oh How I Love Jesus”.
The songs were printed on pink paper, an appropriate color for the event, and Vi led the group with her usual, upbeat level of enthusiasm from her perch at the piano.
On the last song, “Oh, How I Love Jesus”, the pink printed paper contained a poorly proofread problem: a typographical error. It was a bit obvious and a bit distracting for some of us. One of the choruses should have read:
It tells me of a Savior’s love
Who died to set me free
It tells me of His precious blood
The sinner’s perfect plea.
That’s how it should have been typed. But it wasn’t. Whoever typed the lyrics accidentally struck the “b” on the keyboard instead of striking the “v” when typing the word “love”. So, it came out “lobe”. And the whole group, in unison, sang, “It tells me of a Savior’s lobe”. Well, they actually sang “love”, even though they were looking at the word “lobe”.
Without trying to appear obvious, I looked around to see that others were also looking around. And chuckling. Making eye contact with Debra, she started to laugh. She tried to control her laughter for the sake of the greater good and she did pretty well. She kept the volume of the laughter down, but the face was difficult to control.
And, of course, I didn’t help much by egging her on. I kept pinching my ear lobe while singing “lobe, lobe, lobe, lobe, lobe, lobe, lobe” throughout the rest of the song. Debra totally lost it for a couple of minutes before I decided to behave myself.
The feast
Me and my gal
Vi at the piano with her pink sheet
Singing from the pink sheet
Having just discovered the word "lobe", Debra grins
2 comments:
I hate getting the giggles during something that is supposed to be serious.
You are the king of finding typographical errors, and you specialize in doing so at bad times!
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