“It was a stylish congregation you could see they’d been around. And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town. But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat Brother Ayer, and he insisted every Sunday on singing in the choir. His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal chords. And nearly every Sunday he’d get behind, and miss the words. Well, the choir got so flustered the church was told in fine that Brother Ayer must stop his singing or the choir was going to resign…