On contemporary worship . . .

An old farmer went to the city one weekend and attended the big city church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was. "Well", said the farmer, "it was good. They did something different, though. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns."

"Praise choruses?", asked his wife. "What are those?"

"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like hymns, only different" said the farmer.

"How are they different?" asked his wife.

The farmer replied, "Well, its like this. If I were to say to you, 'Martha, the cows are in the corn', well, that would be a hymn. If, on the other hand, I were to say to you, 'Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, oh Martha-Martha-Martha-Martha- the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows, the white cows, the little cows, the black and white cows, the COWS, COWS, COWS, COWS are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn, corn, corn corn.... THE CORN!!!!' Well, that would be a praise chorus."

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