This church thing needs some analysis. There is this 80 year old priest so full
of energy and light, loves to grow orchids and is always kind. He works hard, is good and compassionate and self-giving But surrounding so much of the rest of the day to day churchiness scene, I am now seeing the Librarian. It's really sad, sad, sad. I love to sing. Especially hymns,really old ones; and even when I sing ballads they can become hymns. The Librarian can't touch the pure joy of singing. But since you have written to this forum, things I once chose to overlook or ignore(I'm a person who puts up with stickers to find the raspberries!)I see these other things are the domain of the Librarian.