Updated: May 29, 2020
"I'm sorry, Jen, nothing seems to be working."
I groaned inwardly out of frustration. It was the one Sunday that I was supposed to lead worship, and everything was going terribly. The stage lights were flickering on and off haphazardly with no apparent way to control them. The lyrics on the big screen were completely distorted, which meant that the congregation would not be able to read them. The Please-Take-Your-Seat-The-Service-Is-About-To-Start video was playing at random times throughout morning worship practice, disrupting everything. Although the instruments all sounded great, we were having some serious technical difficulties. Sunday service was about to begin in less than 15 minutes, and we had tried everything we could think of to fix the issues.
"Stuff like this always happens to me!" I whined. It seemed like every time the main worship leader was out of town, something terrible took place. This wasn't the first time something ridiculous happened when he was away. I wanted to start crying, but instead, I ran into the bathroom and gave a very heartfelt prayer to God.
"Lord," I began, "I know that You have more power than we do. You know exactly what the problem is, and I am asking that You fix it for us. You've done it for us before. I believe in Your power, and I trust in You. Amen."
I rushed up to the stage and prepared for God to magically fix everything... but 5 minutes into the first service, I realized that that wasn't going to happen. Nothing had changed. The congregation stil