All this talk of how tradition “is not necessarily evil” but worth chucking whenever we feel our individual and generational autonomy challenged has me longing for congregations singing from a latin psalter.
At least we might not be quite as opposed to norms and forms. What have we unleashed upon the world?
The question is, just where is my tongue in relationship to my cheek?
Why not look for congregations singing from the old Coverdale psalter? It provides a “haunting” translation, as Peter Hitchens has said, and you can even find it in a presbyterianized version of the Book of Common Prayer.
Why not a Hebrew Psalter, both traditional and autographically inspired.
Tounge firmly in cheek and thumb to nose.