At a meeting of church musicians and worship leaders, the phrase comfort zone was cropping up everywhere. This was the drift of the discussion: People should feel at home in worship, especially in times like these when everything moves so quickly and nothing (including our daily bread) can be taken for granted. It was crucial to avoid the bright-eyed minister who decided single-handedly and without warning to rewrite the time-honored script; the choirmaster who chose Easter Sunday to debut hot-off-the-press hymns that no one knew how to sing. Those in charge needed to respect the conservative bent of liturgy, to honor people’s need to hold on tight to the Rock of their salvation. If there was to be change in the way we worship, then it would have to be gentle and prepared for. No surprises.