I stole this from Ellie
The Difference between Hymns and Choruses
Here's a little ditty I got in an e-mail this morning. I thought you would find it humorous.
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? 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, in the corn,
Corn, CORN, CORN, COOOORRRRRRNNNNNN;
Then, if I were to repeat the whole thing three or four times, well that would be a praise chorus.
Amazingly enough, on the exact same Sunday a young, new Christian from the city church attended the farmer s 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, though. They sang hymns instead of praise choruses. Hymns? said his wife. What are those? Oh, they re okay. They re sort of like praise choruses, only different, said the young man. Well, what s the difference? asked his 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 praise chorus. 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 wonderous 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 corruption's of earth are reborn.
Where no vicious animal makes my soul cry
and I no longer see those fould cows in the corn.
That would be a hymn.
HT Manila Drive.