I don’t know when I started saying it, but at some point in the last 10 years, my mouth overtook my mind and the pre-verbal, primal sound, “woo hoo!” uttered forth. Then this little brother from another planet overtook my mouth like a body snatcher (or a tongue snatcher to be exact).
Is it an alien invasion, a beloved phrase of America’s favorite son (Homer Simpson), or some pre-lingual archetype still attached to our language like an unnecessary appendix.
Everything2 has the answer and all the applications for “woo hoo.”
Listening to Sinead O’Connor‘s song “Something Beautiful” helped remind me why I am Christian. While I love to read and think and engage spirited discussions on the nature of faith and personhood and our postmodern milieu, I readily confess that I’m really poor, naked and helpless. Faith in Jesus has come to me as a gift in my own desperate weakness.
Sinead captures the voice of the aching soul encircled in God’s love,
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah but you know the soul and you know what makes it gold
You who give life through blood
Then she confesses her desperation in language that highlights for me my own faltering steps that stumble even when moving toward the love of Christ:
Oh I wanna make something
So lovely for you
‘Cus I promised that’s what I’d do for you
With the bible I stole
I know you forgave my soul
Because such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
The idea of encountering the loving grace of God through a “stolen bible” pictures the wonder of redeeming love for me. All of us are thieves seeking to steal the gift our sweet Savior so graciously offers in his broken body and shed blood.