A man accustomed to a mainline church went to a seekers’ service one Sunday. He came home and his wife asked him how it was.
“Well,” he said, “it was interesting. They did something different. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns."
“Praise choruses?” said his wife. “What are those?”
“They’re sort of like hymns, only different,” said the man.
“What’s the difference?” asked his wife.
He replied, “Well, it’s like this. If I were to say to you, ‘Martha, the cows are in the corn,’ that would be a hymn. Suppose, on the other hand, I were to say to you:
‘Martha, Martha, Martha, Oh, Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA,
the cows, the big 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, CORN, CORN.’
Then, if I were to repeat the whole thing five or six times, that would be a praise chorus.”