What tha?

My reporting led me to Sunday Mass in a small town of 30,000 about two-hours outside of Santa Cruz. The city of Yapacani has been a crossroads for coca growers and narcotraficantes and legitimate day laborers in the soy and rice fields. Yapacani's frequent blockades by union thugs and it's high murder rate and active red light district lend it a feeling of lawlessness, of The Wild West.
So given this setting and the fact that I was in a CATHOLIC MASS, I found it very incongruous to hear the priest lead the congregation in a very familiar song: Shalom Aleichem. For those of you who weren't with us when we crossed the Red Sea, that is a Jewish song.