Thanks to the comment from Kim, who knows the words to every kids' song ever written, on the last post, and some Googling by family members, we've tracked down and identified the song that Bella was singing parts of yesterday during her sugar-fueled mania. I seriously thought it was a military anthem along the lines of "Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition" she'd picked up somewhere (we do live in a military town), but no, it's an old-timey Sunday-school song that they must sing at her preschool. It's called "I'm in the Lord's Army," and I admit, it IS awfully cute to see performed, what with all the marching, flying, and saluting that goes with the song.
But the more I dwell on it--and let's face it, that's what I do these days, is dwell--I'm not entirely comfortable with that concept, catchy though the tune may be (it's the same tune as "The Old Gray Mare"), because, not being an actual member OF the Bush administration or Al Quaeda, I can't quite figure what God would want with an army. The crusades have been over for a long time, and I'm pretty sure that God was soundly disassociated with that nasty business, anyway, and any other bloody war or endeavor being carried out "in His name."
When I think of a large host of people gathered together to serve God, I'm really thinking, metaphorically, more along the lines of a huge Welcoming Committee, or a really great potluck supper, than a militia. I've never learned anything through Bible study that leads me to believe that God rules by martial law.
There's also the slight creep-factor to the lyrics, which were surely written around the time of one of the World Wars, of little children wishing they were "shoot(ing) the artillery," etc.
But then, I know that my dad was a tiny tot during the WWII era, and daydreamed of going to war (he wanted to be a fighter pilot, and when he enlisted as a young adult, applied to do so, only to be sadly informed that he was TOO TALL to fit into a fighter's cockpit, so that was that), so I guess it's a generational thing. Maybe I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, but still. I would prefer my daughter to be a hospitality liaison for the Lord, rather than a soldier. But that's just me, the wacky non-Right-Wing Christian. (Yes, we exist...LOTS of us! As Rick Warren put it, when asked if he was "right-wing or left-wing," as relates to politics, "I'm for the whole bird!")
UPDATE: Thanks to several good friends, astute readers, and MY MOTHER (seriously, sometimes parenthood is a life sentence, my mother and me being a prime example), I was able to look at the whole "army" imagery in a better way. Sometimes the best parts of a post are definitely in the comments.
I can absolutely get behind the idea of an "army" of good and compassion, setting out to fight evil and corruption, aiding in the wake of disasters, feeding, clothing, and giving succor to those who are without food, shelter, or hope...yeah. Why don't we all do that?
Girding up my loins...