A farmer who lived on the Great Plains had never traveled to a city of any size, but one day a church choir trip allowed him to do just that. When he got home, his wife asked him what he saw and what he learned. He told her all about it, including the fact that their group had attended church on Sunday in a large congregation which has a really big choir. "They sang an anthem," he told her.

"What is an anthem?" she asked.

"Well," he replied, "you know we sing hymns here at home. If I were to say to you, 'Martha, the cows are in the corn, Amen,' that would be a hymn. But if I were to say, 'Martha, Martha, Martha, the cows--the big cows, the little cows, the black cows, the red cows, the green cows, all the cows, all the cows, all the cows-- are in the corn, the corn, the corn, the corn, A…