The other day I openly confessed that, as a kid and throughout my life, I have always been a choir fanatic. What I hinted at in that piece I will now state openly: I was the kind of choir fanatic who was only interested in singing classical music, especially when dealing with sacred issues and texts.

In other words, I wasn’t the kind of singer who welcomed the chance to sing come-to-Jesus pop songs in four-part harmony, accompanied by either (a) a cassette tape purchased at the local Bible book store or (b) the church pianist trying to sound hip, perhaps joined by a teen-aged drummer and someone playing a cheap guitar that was supposed to look like a Fender Stratocaster.