Sticky Faith
I am especially susceptible to getting songs stuck in my head. If I hear my neighbor whistling as he takes out his trash, that little ditty will lodge itself in my brain for the rest of the day. If my daughter is listening to Taylor Swift (again) as she gets ready for school, the lyrics will pop-up unbidden - “I don’t know about you, I’m feeling 22.” Nearly every Sunday, I leave worship whistling one of the songs we sang together. Most days my spouse finds it endearing, other days he finds things to do outside lest the song sticks in his head, too.