We got a brand new sound system at Bar Church yesterday. Unfortunately, it didn't work.
Some say it was Satan. Others claim it was precedence as Bar Church's sound system is always blowing up in the middle of the service. Still others insist it's because it is entirely too early for any one to accurately plug the red cord into the socket marked red on the Board ... for Christ's sake most only went to bed a couple of hours earlier. For whatever reason, the brand new sound system blew in the middle of the service.
Just as I was starting to preach (and I use the term loosely)!
While Sam and Davy cussed and pulled cables out and plugged them back in again behind me ... I brought forth the Gospel message.
Whoever may have been interested in anything I had to say were mesmerized watching Sam and Davy ... perform ... behind me. They were the Keystone Cops doing it for God.
My microphone was dead so, anyone who was trying to listen to me couldn't hear anything I was saying.
So I need to say something.
I was good.
I wanted to take notes on myself in the margins of my Bible.
It was fabulous.
I'm the only one who heard it.
Sam and Dave finally got things working in time for the music. Grabbing our guitars we brought praise in song.
What if God was one of us? we sang ... well ... that's an exaggeration. Sam was so frustrated he left the stage. Davy was madder than hell so he beat the shit out of the drums.
On the other hand, Sean, Dedra and I were ... fabulous. I made up words to the first verse. Sean got the second verse right. Dedra got three out of four notes right with brilliant consistency. And when the three of us sang the chorus, angles wept.
As did everybody else at Bar Church.
What do you do?
Shit happens.
Even in church.
But it was a good day that the Lord had made. We had some lunch. We went to the beach. We toasted the author of creation, threw meat on the grill and told stories into the night.
"Who invented Sunday on the day after St. Patrick's Day," Stephen asked while playing an incredible lead guitar solo on the wrong song.
It was a good question.
While we're at it ... who invented Monday?
I know ... I know. Shit happens. Even in heaven
