In the middle of the soloist's anthem at church one Sunday, a young boy turned to his grandmother and whispered, "She can't sing very well, can she?"

Grandma knew the woman had had a deep love for God so she said, "Well, she sings from her heart. That's what makes it good." He nodded thoughtfully.

Several days later they were riding together and singing along with the radio when the grandson turned to his grandmother and said, "Gramma, you sing from your heart, don't you?" (1)

I remember the choir in one church and the reason I remember it is because of one woman, Mary Charlotte. From the very first time I heard them, I knew there was something wrong but I didn't say anything to the Choir director or the organist. Then one Sunday a glorious, harmonious sound came out of the choir loft. …