Sad, yet true. Every problem that occured in my father's churches started in the choir or with the organist. But strangely enough I loved the church organist when I was a little kid.
There probably should have been more "preaching to the choir" and an organ-ist transplant!
"From up here, Father O'Day, those people on the sidewalk look like ants.""Those ARE ants, you ninny. We're on the ground floor."