By night an atheist half believes a God. Edward Young, The Complaint, or Night Thoughts on Life, Death and Immortality In front of the house we are renting is a House of Praise. I call it such because they sing with glee each Friday and Sunday of the week. It is actually a ruckus to some, but to me, I welcome the lively singing of songs of praise. Not those songs the Catholics like to sing. Ie. song of forgiveness and sinfulness, etc, but songs...