What to do when you are completely wrong? I didn’t realize this till the two comments below. I could just remove this post, but the damage may have already been done. If you haven’t read this post, just skip to the comments. They are right. I am wrong. In the Greek it’s always you drink (plural), and literally it’s “you drink out of it all.” It turns our my delicate dance is a polka or perhaps a mosh pit.
I realize that thees and thous have as much chance of coming back where they’ve been lost as fins on cars do, but where they are let them remain particularly in the Divine Service. As there is a rhythm in the versicles and responses, so there is a dance between ye and you. Continue reading