The Renewed Mind is the Key from Lehrthing on Vimeo.

This wonderful video causes me to ponder some things:

• How recent IS this? At first I thought it was from my high school days (20+ years ago). But the dude had a headset mic. See for yourself! This masterpiece was probably created in this century. I feel like Marty McFly climbing out of the DeLorean. [UPDATE: Found out it was done in 2007. Oh yeah. You heard right.]

• Oh no, the guy did NOT break it down at the two-minute mark, did he? Wow. I’m. Speechless.

Am I the only person who can’t wrap her brain around this contradiction?

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Seriously conservative-looking and -sounding Christians who get jiggy widdit like that? The robot? Jazz hands? I half-expected him to drop to the floor and show off his best b-boy moves.

I spent my childhood and young adulthood Baptist and then Nazarene. I can’t reconcile suits and dresses with that kind of movement. Heck, I can hardly reconcile them with earrings and playing cards.

Our high school church choir couldn’t do any “dance moves” onstage. We had to call it “choreography,” and it always involved either swaying or sign language or puppets or running in place.

(Chelle, do you remember “The Race is On” when the risers collapsed under us? Good times.)

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But I have one final question that I must pose to you, Dear Reader:

What kind of internal dialogue do 20-somethings in this century have to have in order to DO the things I saw them do on that stage?

I know, I know. We did it in the 80s. I had the red swirly dress with the white sailor collar and the white pumps. And I sang next to a guy in a deep blue shirt, white John Travolta pants and white vest. [UPDATED: It gets better: Thanks to Michelle, I can show you pictures.]

What? We were the “New America Singers.” It was a theme.

But we didn’t know any better. How do the two younger people in the group sleep at night?

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Oh no. What if. WHAT IF…

WHAT IF the lady on the right, who appears to be a child of the 80s herself, is the one behind it all?

She must be their MOM!

Oh mercy. When those kids get out of the house, I can’t imagine the rebellion THEY’LL have to get into to purge THOSE memories. Start therapy now, kids!

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PS Just in case you’re wondering, not all of us who call ourselves Christians do  this.

Well, okay, I do sometimes break it down to Alvin and the Chipmunks’ “The Witch Doctor.” At home. Alone.

But have you HEARD that song? It cries out for some serious funk.