Band

So there are a few hispanic churches around the Bay Area, and pastor Ricardo Bravo (my future father in law) knows most of them and their pastors. Sometimes bands from other churches, or just a musician or two come to our church and play, and today we got the call to go do a service at Iglesia Bautisa Ebenezer. After Esperanza Viva got out we didn't have much time to get over there, it's in Union City off of Decoto and their service starts an hour after ours finishes, so we had to pack up and high tail it over to Union City to set up and everything.

I was told that only Melissa and her brother had been to this church before, and her brother had to go home for something so everyone would follow us, so I waited at the church exit for people to line up behind me, but everyone just passed me. OK, so I assume that they all know how to get there and Melissa and I take off. Melissa guides me down to Primera Iglesia Bautisa, her brother pulls up next to me just as we get there and he carries one of our amps in. I carry another one in and say hi to the people that are there. Ricky goes outside to see where people are and Melissa starts calling people. One lady comes up to us and welcomes us and invites us to sit down. I go and ask the band leader there if they have any more music stands and go looking around the church for more music stands. Maybe fifteen minutes later a lady comes up to us and starts talking to us and Melissa asks if we're at Iglesia Ebenezer. The answer is no.

These people have no idea who we are, we barge into their church, put our amps down, walk around on the stage while they're trying to practice, go backstage and try to find their stuff. And they have no idea who we are. For fifteen whole minutes. It really could have come straight out of a sit-com.

We found the right church just down the street, and Melissa's brother shared his testimony, which was excellent, you should ask him about it if you see him. More on this later, right now I just wanted you to know what losers we are.