Singing Bible verses is quite common in Roman Catholic, Anglican and Orthodox churches. The Psalms are usually sung. It can be so beautiful. I wondered what melody the brother sang. Was it a Beatles tune? It must have taken courage or something else entirely.
I volunteered at an Anglican cathedral and have much more riveting stories about chaos. People walking poodles down the aisle as though everyone walks a dog down a cathedral aisle. Santierra, voodo candles. Homeless living in the church proper. The vodoo candles really bothered me. I asked the dean's permission to remove them. I thought a special service should be held with much incense and chanting to make the space sacred again. He told me God could handle it. After my fear of demons, my political correctness was depleted. I spoke with the paid staffers that of course God could take it. God takes extreme poverty , hungry, Holocausts, floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, the list is endless. I said can Janice take it? What about ordinary people coming in , can they take it? I agreed with the Dean completely. Demon fear won that score. I noticied that the candles disappeared mysteriously the next day.
Overall, people were handled with dignity. Some offhand comments were made about mentally ill people which someone else immediately corrected.
The WT stories are so funny b/c of the seriousness of the Witnesses. Also, I never was bored in an Anglican church the way I was bored in Witness meetings. Time stopped-- just as in the OT story. I always identified with Puritnan children. My mom let me bring my doll Suzette to the KH when I was three or four. An old family friend talked to me as though she were real which delighted me. She was told never again. My sister was two and brushed the seat in front of her at a convention with her chubby legs. A Bethelite sitted next to us with his girlfriend took off his belt and handed it to my mom. My mom made a fake motion and returned the belt. I could not believe my eyes and ears!