My Worship Revolution

OK, it’s Saturday night, and I’m about to go to bed.  As I’m getting ready to lay my head down I remember my very odd, scary, and vivid dream from this morning.  Thought it was just interesting enough to share with y’all.

So I’m getting ready to lead worship.  I know it’s CLC, and real life we own a building, but you know how dreams are.  For some reason it was set in a school cafetorium or somethin.  We’re about 10 minutes away from service starting.  People are comin in.  All of a sudden, one of my worship team members, Matt Hale, and his wife jump up on stage to do a special number.  They start talking about this song they’re gonna do which I never was told about, they just decided to do it.  (They would never really do that, by the way.)  I’m telling the sound guy not to keep their mics off, and he looks at me like I’m speaking Greek, so I just let it go, frustrated and determined to find a way to keep this from ever happening again.

I realize that service is about to start and I never got to practice with the band cause we were getting everything else ready.  And the drummer wasn’t able to be at Wednesday nights practice.  I get up to start and notice the white bridge thing at the top of the guitar, you know, the top of the first fret where the strings rest and go out to the tuning nuts, is broken in half and slipping around.  I try to start anyway but my guitar won’t stay in tune.  People are getting restless.  I tell our lead pastor, Ed, to stall or somethin.  He tries, but stands there looking at me instead as if he really doesn’t know what to do to stall.  Some people are starting to leave.

All the while I am trying to find a guitar somehow.  And somehow I think I may have ended up with one.  I guess that parts not quite as vivid.  Anyway, as I remember it, as people are grumbling and more are leaving, I try to start a worship set.  The drummer has no clue what I’m playing, and for some reason neither does the rest of the band.  It all falls apart miserably as the last of the crowd is walking out of the room, resigned to the fact that church isn’t gonna happen that morning.

I must have some serious issues.  Maybe I need therapy.  Has anyone else ever had dreams about failing miserably at a job that you do regularly?  Anyway, let’s hope that church goes significantly better than that in the morning.  Good night.