I am in love with the British. This is nothing new. I routinely stalk the McDonald drive thru when the Brit is working. There is just something about the way he coos “May I add the cream and sugar for you?” that causes me to revert back to a cardiac palpitating, zit faced, blushing school girl. During these braced faced school girl moments, I frequently forget items and must revisit the drive thru again…and again…and again. I spend way to much time and money at McDonalds when the Brit is working.
Then there is EJ (James Scott), a villain on the brain candy Days Of Our Lives Soap Opera that I watch. EJ is evil. EJ is selfish. EJ kills people. EJ is vile. But when EJ speaks good things abound in my ears. If I were truthful I’d tell you that I really don’t listen to what he says and I certainly don’t pay any attention to what he does. I simply hear that perfect British accent and it’s all good. Sure, kill the man. Steal the baby. Kidnap the girl. Just please continue to speak.
After watching hours of footage and biographies of William, Kate and the Royal wedding I am even more in love with the accent than ever. I’m in deep.
I think a Brit could convince me to swim in chum with sharks…to give away a body organ…to engage in illegal activity. Of course I’m
Last evening I went with my Mom, Grandma and a few of their friends to a church service. Not just any church service but a church service where the presence of God was so strong that you could feel the electricity zapping in the air. After worship the speaker came on the platform and took the mic to welcome the crowd. He opened his mouth and spoke. With a British accent. Time stopped and with it, my heart. I was ready to do whatever he asked. Jump. I’d jack rabbit jump. Sing. I’d sing like a slaughter house cow. Raise your hands. I’d reach for the stars. I waited.
And waited. But when he spoke the accent disappeared. No, not really but as he preached the accent melted away in the context of what he was saying. The magnitude of the message overpowered the accent. Not only could I hear what he was saying, but I actually listened to the content. After awhile I couldn’t hear the accent anymore – not even if I strained my auditory muscles.
I guess God is not only no respector of persons but also accents! Acts 10:43 And Peter having opened his mouth, said, ‘Of a truth, I perceive that God is no respecter of persons [and British accents – my addition]
And although there are some people and accents that we find more attractive than others, God doesn’t consider things as we do. 1Samuel 16:7 “The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart”
Has my auditory British love affair been wiped away?
I think I’ll have to visit McDonalds drive thru just to be sure….
What accents play your acustic love music?