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Some members of a small church had started a choir, and practiced and practiced until they thought they could really contribute something special to Sunday worship. Unfortunately, the first Sunday they did this, the minister was going to give a real fire and brimstone, get-right-with-Jesus-or-else sermon. The sign in front of the church that week read:
SUNDAY'S MESSAGE:
WHAT IS HELL LIKE?

COME HEAR OUR CHOIR!
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From Garrison Keillor:
"How do churches in Lake Wobegon get choir members?
You walk into the church looking for the AA meeting and go to the choir room by mistake--and they're so happy so see you that you're afraid to leave."

(This strikes me especially funny because our parish choir practices on Thursday nights at the same time that there is a Narcotics Anonymous meeting in the parish hall, which is the basement. Sometimes right between songs we can hear them applauding, we know it's actually when someone's been clean for X amount of time but we like to think it's for us. )

Peace, Bro. Mike