Hymns vs. Choruses


Gotta laugh at this one! Hope you enjoy 🙂

Old farmer Joe 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?” said his wife. “What are those?”

“Oh, they’re okay. They are sort of like hymns, only different,” said the farmer.

“Well, what’s the difference?” asked his wife.

Joe 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, are in the corn,
the CORN, CORN, CORN.

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

The next weekend, his nephew, a young, new Christian from the city came to visit his Uncle Joe and Aunt Martha. He attended their local church in the small town. When he went home his mother asked him how it was.

“Well,” said the young man, “it was good. They did something different however. They sang hymns instead of praise choruses.”

“Hymns?” asked his mother. “What are those?”

“Oh, they’re okay. They are sort of like praise choruses, only different,” said the young man.

“Well, what’s the difference?” asked his mother.

The young man said, “Well, it’s like this – if Uncle Joe were to say to his wife, ‘Martha, the cows are in the corn’ – well, that would be a praise chorus. If on the other hand, he were to say to her:

“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, inimitable, glorious truth.

“For the way of the animals who can explain
There in their heads is no shadow of sense
Harkenest 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 have chewed.

“So look to the bright shining day by and by
Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn
Where no vicious animals make my soul cry
And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn.’

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

Isn’t it such a blessing to be a part of the body of Christ, to be together in all our differences and our familiarity? Praise God!

“Sing to the LORD, you saints of his;
praise his holy name.” ~ Psalm 30:4

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