Strength & Peace

"Greet all your leaders and all God's people. Those from Italy send you their greetings." -Hebrews 13:24

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Day 42 – July 14th, Saturday


Day 42 – July 14th, Saturday
Long Day. We had the Evangelistic Outreach with a ton of other churches. All the other churches were either Pentecostal or like Jews for Jesus, with that strange Dispensational doctrine. It was a chaotic day, with all sorts of issues with the sound board. We had some time to practice before, but things weren’t going well, so I made the call to say that we should just do grazie in Accappella, and I would play “Always” by myself. We watched the African Pentecostal church sing, and they did kind of well. Some of their songs sounded great, but others seemed as though key wasn’t a focus. Nonetheless, it was good. They even sang “Because He Lives”, which was awesome. Then it was our turn, we sang grazie, and I was surprised, because it sounded fantastic. Then It was my turn, I was nervous for about thirty seconds, then I didn’t really care. I played through most of the song and then the speakers shut off and they came to fix stuff. I was pretty frustrated because I do have training in sound engineering, but I shrugged it off, not worth getting upset about. But they said “Anche! Anche!”. Which means Again, again. Apparently most of what I had played didn’t play on the speakers, so they wanted me to start over. The guitar didn’t have a pick up, it was just a regular acoustic, so we had to Mic it. In the back of my head I was thanking Mike Bowers (my Sound Engineering Teacher from Tulsa Technology Center) for teaching us how to Mic different instruments. So I started over, played all the way through and everybody loved it. So we stuck around to watch everyone else, and we had a drama or a “Mimo” to do. It was really good and went really well. We had to dress all in black, and have black and white make up on our faces. We ending up being there till 11pm. At the very end, I stepped up on a small wall, and my shorts ripped, the ones that I had bought in the market in Ancona. So the rest of the night I had to walk around with ripped pants. It wasn’t that bad though, you couldn’t see that they had ripped. No reason to freak out though, learned not to buy anything in the market, the quality might not be great. We had to take the girls home, and we had Brian drop us off at TaTaruga for a late dinner. We hadn’t eaten since early that morning, so we got some pizza and walked home.

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