Wouldn't It Be Heavenly?

I wasn't happy with the way worship was heading in our church. It certainly didn't seem

to be heading in a heavenly direction. I arranged a meeting with the minister of music, choreography and parking lot arts (we're a small congregation and leaders are frequently asked to wear several hats). At this meeting I asked why we started singing selected stanzas of the hymns rather than focusing on the whole composition. His answer was quickly delivered. "Do the the math bro! If we sing every line of every stanza every time we sing a hymn - we'll only be able to sing our new praise chorus of the week ten or fifteen times and that's not acceptable. Let me repeat, that's not acceptable. Let me repeat, that's not acceptable. Let me repeat, that's not acceptable. Let me repeat, that's not acceptable. Let me repeat, that's not acceptable. . . "

On my way home, a quaint stone building caught my eye. The sign said "We sing the olde hymns." I parked my car and went in for a closer look. Maybe the Lord was guiding me to a new church? I'd heard that He does that (and that He does it quite often with some people). I caught a glimpse of choir robes through the dusty window. This looked promising.

As I entered it was confirmed. O brother here art thou! Gregorian chant. They do sing the olde hymns.

To the tune of "Wouldn’t It Be Loverly?" from My Fair Lady/Lerner & Lowe