I once looked around Dromore in County Down on a spring Sunday afternoon. There is no castle that I could see, only a ruined stone tower in one of the narrow streets. I don't think anyone would be moved to song by it. But I did have a musical experience of sorts. I stopped to rest on a bench in the main square. The town seemed totally deserted and I was the only person there. Suddenly, a van drew up on the opposite side of the square. Several people got out. After a milling about for a few minutes, began singing hymns and having an open air prayer meeting. While this was in progress, one of themwalked across to where I, the sole spectator, was sitting. Excuse me, he said politely, are you saved?