The men's choir sounded not unlike any other singing group rehearsing "Joy to the World" for an upcoming Christmas concert. Male voices blended softy before sweeping into a crescendo to end the piece. Falling silent, the singers looked anxiously at director Harold Poeling.
This wasn't your typical choir. These weren't singers who had rushed to practice after work, cramming a hobby into their busy schedules. For these guys, this was the pinnacle of the week, a respite, a way to soothe their souls.