One Easter, my oldest daughter had a soccer tournament, so we ended up going to the Spanish Mass. Doesn't matter; we both know a little Spanish. It was celebratory and triumphant as an Easter mass should be.
Then they came to the recessional. "Jesus Christ Is Risen Today." It's an old Episcopalian favorite, so Mrs. Barbarian was very happy. But of course, the musicians had guitars, accordion, and trumpet. Picture the hymn played by mariachis.
And my youngest daughter decided "this place rocks!" and started dancing in the aisle, while my oldest daughter was elbowing me to stop her and father Publius was beaming over all of it.
I figure William Booth had it right:"Why should the devil get all the best tunes?"