We played at a small church on the north side of Houston called Bethel Community Church. We did the special music during the Sunday morning service, then ate lunch with the folks, and did a concert in the afternoon. It was one of those days that starts out trying to mess with your attitude. Although the church is small, they have a stage full of musicians for their services. There are tambourines and maracas laying in the pews (these folks love their singing and music!). We could barely squeeze onto the stage for the special music because of the other instruments, amplifiers, microphones, etc. After lunch, when we were setting up for the concert, we couldn't get our main microphone to work without feeding back. Glen went out to the equipment trailer and brought in another microphone that would be OK, although not our preferred set up. We couldn't get that one to stop feeding back either. After too much time messing with them, Glen said never mind, and we moved up to the front row and played the way it used to be -- no amplification at all. We were worrying about how well people could hear us, but it wasn't a problem at all. The folks in the very back said they could hear every instrument and voice. I guess we tend to worry too much sometimes. After all, God created music, so He can do whatever He wants to do with it. In this case, he wanted everyone in the church to hear it. And by moving us into the congregation, I think He added some excitement for the church. I just don't understand why He doesn't do something about banjos.