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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 old farmer, "it was good. They did something different however. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns."

"Praise choruses?" said his wife. "What are those?"

"Oh, they're OK. They're sorta like hymns, only different," said the farmer.

"Well, what's the difference?" asked his 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 was to say to you, 'Martha, Martha, Martha, oh Martha, 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' -- well, that would be a praise chorus."