Sunday, January 3, 2010

Laughing in the Barnes & Noble parking lot...*

At my church we don't have a regular praise team/music director, so they have different people come in and do music. So far it's been pretty good - and we have our own musicians sometimes, just not always. This week was led by just one man with a guitar and he was really into the "praise" aspect of the music. He had an earpiece for not just one, but BOTH his ears, and he kept putting them in and taking them out, but the thing that really got me was the repetition. I swear we sang the same two lines 10 times, then switched to another set of lines for 10, then back to the original. So, I got to thinking about this little story, which I first heard in a class in college:


A Funny Little Story About Hymns and Praise Songs

By Author Unknown

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, however. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns."


"Praise choruses?" asked the wife. "What are those?"


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


"Well, what's the difference?" asked the wife.


The farmer said, "Well it's 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, Oh, Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA,

the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows, the white cows,

the black and white cows, the COWS, COWS, COWS

are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn, in the CORN, CORN, CORN,

COOOOORRRRRNNNNN,'


Then, if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well that would be a praise chorus."


As luck would have it, that exact same weekend a young, new Christian from the city church attended the small town church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was.


"Well," said the young man, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang hymns instead of regular songs."


"Hymns?" asked the wife. "What are those?"


"They're okay. They're sort of like regular songs, only different," said the young man.


"Well, what's the difference?" asked the wife.


The young man said, "Well it's like this ... If I were to say to you, 'Martha, the cows are in the corn,' well that would be a regular song. If on the other hand, I were to say to you,


Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry
Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth.
Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by
To the righteous, glorious truth.

For the way of the animals who can explain
There in their heads is no shadow of sense,
Hearkenest they in God's sun or his rain
Unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced.

Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight,
Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed.
Then goaded by minions of darkness and night
They all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn chewed.

So look to that bright shining day by and by,
Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn
Where no vicious animal makes my soul cry
And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn,


Then, if I were to do only verses one, three and four, and change keys on the last verse, well that would be a hymn."


*I was reading this on my phone in the B&N parking lot and the line "Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight" got me laughing so hard I snorted.

2 comments:

  1. Very funny! Good thing you were in a parking lot. I made the mistake of reading an Ellen Degeneres book in the PUC library and had to quickly excuse myself after an embarrassing guffaw!

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  2. I am promptly planning to pass this on!

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