What began as bewilderment at the surprise attack turned rapidly to seething defensiveness. Who does he think he is anyway? I thought angrily. I have a right to do what’s best for the worship service. After all, who’s in charge here? I don’t care if he has been at the church longer. Besides, that wasn’t such a bad hymn. We used to sing it in seminary chapel all the time. He should talk. The choir’s been eating into my preaching time the past seven Sundays, yet he still says we need two anthems. No