Two and a half years ago I accepted the role of Technical Director at the church my family and I attend. Among other things, the job involves sitting in the tech booth every Sunday morning. This means that I do not get to sit with my family.
This is particularly frustrating in times like Christmas and Easter and when our family visits. That’s the time families sit together, right?
We’re on holidays in BC right now and this morning we attended the church my in-laws go to. I didn’t worry about the words on the screens being correct or behind, I didn’t worry about the electric guitar overpowering the rest of the band, and I didn’t worry about whether or not the older crowd could hear the speaker.
What I did get to do was sit with the people I love, listen to the music without picking it apart, and hear the speaker without making sure the screens reflected his notes. It was quite wonderful.
I (usually) enjoy my job, I like the people I work with, but it was so nice to have a break from it all, besides a few text messages I needed to answer in the middle of the service. That’s what a holiday is supposed to be, right? A break?
I like breaks.