Yesterday at Veritas was interesting. I was on lights, so I got up early and helped set up. When setup was done, I tried to turn the lights on. It didn't work. I messed around with the board, problem solving, and found that I just had to flick the switch on the back. Practice went on, and at times, I left the light board to get the clock, help the electric guitar player hook up the microphone for his amp (it was forgotten during setup), and help fold the programs.
When practice was over, I tried to set the lights for the first song. It didn't work--well, it worked for one of the four light bars, but not the others. I spent the next 10 minutes trying to get the lights back under control--unplugging them, plugging them back in, unhooking cables and hooking them back up, turning the light board on and off, messing with all the sliders on the light board, and flicking the switch on the back. All I succeeded in doing was getting the lights to turn off. They wouldn't come back on. I talked to Clint, and told him I'd have to leave the house lights on.
So I got to sit in the front row, worshipping God fully instead of partially focusing on what I had to do. It was great.
After the service, I talked to Clint again, and asked if I could bring the light board home to see if I could figure out what was wrong. Whereas the lights aren't necessary at Veritas--the large windows help a lot--they are at Salt, so he said okay.
I plugged in the light board (and the light bar I also borrowed), and it immediately worked. So now I've got a light board, a light bar, and a 25-foot cable in the apartment that I need to figure out how to get to Salt on Wednesday.
Oh well, that's Veritas for you. You never know what's going to go wrong, but you know God will be there.
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