Recently, I attended a funeral for a parishioner who had requested the singing of “This Little Light of Mine” as the opening hymn. The song was both an unusual choice and a heart-rending one. It evoked smiles on the faces of the attendees, mostly retired. Here we were, aging adults, singing a children’s song, alive with rhythm. I guess we all felt it was inappropriate to clap our hands, but the song surely begged our indulgence.