THE DIG!!! CROSS PUIRPOSES 144
Hi Friends, Fred here.
Thought it was time to kick in with CP again, but wondered “With what?”
Since life will get serious again, pretty quickly, lets start 2009 with something to tickle the funny bone. It came via email a few years ago and I never knew what to do with it. So here it is. Make sure you read the whole thing.
Lord Jesus Christ, bless us in 2009.
Fred
THE DIG !!!!
WHAT IS A PRAISE CHORUS?
An old farmer went to the city one weekend to attend 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’re sort of 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 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 REPLY !!!!
WHAT IS A HYMN?
A young, new Christian went to his local church usually, but one weekend attended a 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,” said his wife, “What are those?”
“Oh, they’re okay. They’re sort of like regular songs, only different,” said the young man.
“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 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, inimitable, 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 have 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 do a key change on the last verse, well, that would be a hymn.”
Thought it was time to kick in with CP again, but wondered “With what?”
Since life will get serious again, pretty quickly, lets start 2009 with something to tickle the funny bone. It came via email a few years ago and I never knew what to do with it. So here it is. Make sure you read the whole thing.
Lord Jesus Christ, bless us in 2009.
Fred
THE DIG !!!!
WHAT IS A PRAISE CHORUS?
An old farmer went to the city one weekend to attend 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’re sort of 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 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 REPLY !!!!
WHAT IS A HYMN?
A young, new Christian went to his local church usually, but one weekend attended a 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,” said his wife, “What are those?”
“Oh, they’re okay. They’re sort of like regular songs, only different,” said the young man.
“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 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, inimitable, 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 have 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 do a key change on the last verse, well, that would be a hymn.”
posted by PastorFredVeerhuis at 11:18 AM
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