when i was a boy Mother made me attend Sunday School and church each Sunday, though she never once stepped through the door.

i occupied a pew beside my sisters, and thought about baseball, rocks, golf, fishing, and just about anything else but our Lord and Savior.

one fine morn there was a special feature. a woman came from afar to play glorious music on her harp for all to hear.

wait a minute, i thought. Harp is a light Irish beer, and i'd rather have a cold glass of it right now, than her.