We had a concert at FCC Wednesday night, and I was hoping it was going to be well attended because I figured if it was we (Yuma) would be more likely to have other shows come to town. I did a few easy things to help promote the event, but in the end the event was very poorly attended.
I blamed myself to an extent, because while I have no official position at the church I did have some very strong promotional inclinations I didn’t follow through on because I didn’t want to step on toes or make waves. Next time, I’m just going to do what’s necessary and risk breaking a few toes.
Regardless, there were probably only fifty or sixty people in our sanctuary, and at first it bummed me out. The cool part was that five of them were myself and my family, including David. I didn’t think the concert made much of an impression at first because all he said was that it “sure was loud.”
And at the time I was mainly thinking of the impression the band made on me with songs like:
For me, the show did exactly what it was supposed to: it made me feel a little closer to God than before I walked in, and took me to “that” place where worship and praise and Jesus all collide with the raw heart of a supplicant. It was awesome and moving and I made sure to tell the singer later how he’d kicked me in the nuts at least twice.
Then today happened. I had a whole day with just me and the boys, and for part if it I took David to the water park at the Fun Factory, and while we were driving around, we listened to the CD I’d purchased at the concert called “The End is the Beginning.” David said the title track was his new favorite song.
I love that his first concert was a family event at his own church (for the record, my first concert was Poco, at the Del Mar Fair when I was a kid). I love that Jen and I were there, and that today he asked if we could listen to Cloverton. He was singing along to The End… and also
So in the end, I’m glad Cloverton played our church, even if I am bummed that hardly anyone turned out to support it. I guess that tells me what age group most of our congregation falls into. In any case, the people who came were blessed, and I’m thankful for it. I hope we get other concerts; I’m looking forward to networking and trying new things. We shall see…