by Curtis Going I recently read the story of a handbell choir that was presenting a concert of beautiful music when a drunk man staggered into the auditorium, grabbed the tablecloth where the handbells were neatly arranged, and pulled it off the table. Handbells and musicians scattered everywhere, but to the amazement of the onlookers, the handbell music continued without interruption. The antics of the drunk man revealed that while the crowd had thought they were enjoying a live...



