Emphasis Preaching Journal

One Sunday, the normally splendid choir in a middle-sized church sounded absolutely dreadful. When it came time for the anthem, the director, who had always previously remained inconspicuous, took several loud, flat-footed steps to the center of the chancel and jammed his music stand down on the floor. Before he could raise his arms to conduct, the organist issued an immense blast, all stops out, and then began a series of softer runs up and down the keyboard, following no rhythm whatsoever.