My shamefully silent Church – UnHerd

I confess to being a serial blubber. Weddings, funerals, football matches, my child’s first haircut — it doesn’t take much for the taps to turn on. But the thing that really gets me going is singing. The very act of creating a harmonised sound with a group of people, especially when the words themselves are expressive of some deeper commitment; there is something about it that overwhelms me. Singing is often where our emotions come closest to the surface. It’s a sort of spiritualised non-carnal version of communal sex. But as with sex, we’re now told that singing is a dangerous because it involves the potential transmission of small droplets of spittle thrown into the air, risking communal infection.

My shamefully silent Church – UnHerd