It’s Sunday morning. You and the kids and spouse get all dressed up and head down to St. Mary’s. You take your place in the usual spot, the same spot you sat with your parents so many years ago. Familiar sights and smells fill the air around you as everyone gathers in anticipation, and soon an old chorus breaks out among the masses:
Oh when the saints… go marching in… oh when the saints go marching in…
Everyone takes his or her seat and settles in for a lovely afternoon. The officiants take care of their usual business and a happy crowd is full of praises today.