There’s a story about a man who dreamed one night. In the dream an angel escorted him to church on a Sunday morning. There he saw both the choir and the praise band and all the people gathered for worship.
As the man looked first at the choir, he saw the robed singers intoning their various parts while the organist played magisterially. But there was no sound.
Next he looked at the praise band. He saw the guitarist jamming away, the drummer banging vigorously, and the vocalists singing energetically. But there was no sound.
He looked at the congregation and they were singing also; some solemnly and others exuberantly. But there was no sound.
When the minister rose to speak, his lips moved. But there was no sound.
In confusion the man turned to his angel escort for an explanation of what he was witnessing. The angel said: “This is…
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