I like to quote "make a joyful noise unto the Lord" and point out that there's no mention of music, just noise.
More seriously, perhaps I'm lucky enough to attend a more tolerant church: we have our acoustic "string band" (generally, a couple of guitars, maybe a banjo or fiddle, me on Dobro or harp, occasionally a standup bass) for the anthem during the service. We perform old gospel songs, hymns, and, during early summer, songs like Guy Clark's
Home Grown Tomatoes. Let's see:
Amazing Grace, Life is Like a Mountain Railroad, That Old Rugged Cross....
In the other seasons (this is East Texas, so the four seasons are early Summer, Summer, late Summer, and Christmas) there's our Baptist Blues Band, which allows us to bring electric guitars and amps to church. Generally we go with Blind Willie McTell, Blind Willie Johnson, Rev Gary Davis (yesterday we did
I Belong to the Band); the single time I heard anything negative was when I played a bottleneck Dobro version of Fred McDowell's
You Got to Move (our music director sang). A lady, one of the founding members of the church, came up to me in a rage after the service and told me I had ruined the worship experience for her -- but we weren't exactly close friends before that.
More usually, the mostly white congregation welcomes exposure to unfamiliar (and, especially, beat-driven) music, so that's the single complaint to date. The lady mentioned apparently took Reverend Gary in stride, yesterday. Go figure.
But I have attended other churches (I am an officer of the board of a local food pantry, so I go to services to give a spiel at the invitation of the pastors) that have their musical preferences etched in adamantine. I don't think
the Blues Band would fly there -- but, then, that's why I go to the church I do.