As we travel across the country we get to
see all sorts of services, churches and singings in
general. It’s often difficult to determine how any
service or concert setting you attend will work
out. It’s even harder to
predict how Spiritual the service will or will not be. If only there was
to predict the type of service you were about to attend, then you’d have
Many years ago we noticed a small crack that appeared in the side
window of the bus.
Not thinking much of it, we continued on, fulfilling our
bookings and traveling for the Lord.
As one might expect, some of the
services were great, some fine, others lacking. One day
someone made the
observation as the crack in the window began to grow that it looked like
a graph on
It had started in the bottom right corner of the window and had
begun to climb in a zagging
pattern up and to the left. We began to notice
however, that when the crack was going up, we
would have truly wonderful services.
If the crack was going straight across, the service was
standard in nature.
Likewise, when the crack began to go downward, the service was less than
desirable. It actually did seem to predict the Spirituality of the services! Did
we finally discover
that elusive service predictor? It got the point that it was
becoming so accurate, that it
became a running joke to “consult the crack”
when arriving at any given booking to see what
kind of service we should expect.
One particular weekend we had booked a difficult schedule,
spreading ourselves entirely
too thin trying to fulfill three singing dates in
three days. Starting on a Friday night we had
been performing nonstop and had
finally approached the last service of the weekend. It was
a Sunday evening
and with five shows behind us, needless to say we were exhausted. In fact,
were not only tired of traveling; we were tired of each other and being on
the road in
general. We had just finished a two and a half hour drive to arrive
at this last location. When
we pulled up …our jaws dropped. The church was on a
hill just off the main road and there
was no way to get our bus up to the
building. In fact, there was no drive leading to the church
door at all. Parking
was across the road where members and visitors would cross the road,
walk up a
long set of steps built within a rock retaining wall, proceed up a sidewalk
to a second
set of smaller steps leading into the church itself. Dragging and
glazed, we made our way through
these obstacles and up to the church doors,
only to find them locked and with no one around.
What’s this? Because of
our travel time, we were running behind and the service to was to begin
an hour. Shouldn’t someone be here by now? Could it be that we were at the
Was there a way around this after all?
Back then, the group was larger and younger so we shouldn’t have
been so grumpy about it, but the mere thought of lugging all our equipment
across that road, up those rock steps in the wall, up the sidewalk and up
the church steps, and then to set it all up was more than we could stand the
thought of. Especially after the run we had already had this particular weekend.
Notice the key word in all this was “up!” Everything was uphill to load
in. Not to men-tion the fact that back then, we had much, MUCH more equipment and
it was built (as everything was back then) bigger and heavier than anything
you see today. With a three-hour trip home ahead of us, talk began to turn
toward getting back on the bus and heading home. Almost everyone was in
agreement, we could be most of the way home by the time the service was over
and no one would even know we were there. There were nine of us then, so it was
easy when an idea started to gain traction, to rally the troops and have
everyone on board in a very short period of time. Especially when you are as
tired as we were then. But there was one or two of the guys who resisted the
temptation to go home to bed, and they reminded everyone of the obligation we
had as servants of God and to the church who was expecting us. Someone in
turn noted that the crack in the window was pointing straight up which
added some much needed hope. With all these factors in mind, we decided to suck
it up, start unloading and begin the daunting task of dragging all our gear
through the labyrinth of obstacles that awaited us.
And the rest of the story will be continued
next month. So 'til then, be blessed.