Confusion

The time is 11:22. I just woke up. I went to bed at 8. 8 A.M. Like this morning 8 A.M. What, you might ask, the heck did I go to bed that late for? It's quite an interesting story. I don't think I've ever been to an even with the times mixed up so badly. I was asked to play bass for the worship service at a lock in at the Church of God of Prophesy somewhere way off on the other side of the state. I'd have bet my right pinkie toe that I was told we were playing on Saturday. Thursday I found out from my drummer/friend/failed organizer (Nick, if you're reading this, I love you) that we play Friday night. No problem! I just rearranged the other 17.3 things I had to do this weekend and I'm set to go. We leave at 4. Nick called are 2:30 and said we leave at 3. No problem. I just fly home from town, throw all my gear in the car, and rush back to Nick's house. When we got there we found out that Nick wasn't asked to leave at 3, but at 4. As we were rushing to set up for the service which started at 7:30, we found out that it started at 8:30. During that time I also found out that we were staying at the lock in. All. Night. Long. When Nick said we would be home around 9 or 10, I thought he meant 9 or 10 P.M. He meant A.M. Of course we also found out the lock in ended at 5, not 9 (thank goodness). And of course my phone died during the worship service. But, all in all, I had a pretty decent night. The theme and the message were on unity. To be honest, I've never been a big fan of talking about unity. Just seems like something that should be a given within churches, and not something people have to fight for, and ironically, over. How about we all just get in God's Word, study it, know it, know HIM? If we did that we couldn't help but be united! All the divisions and issues, big and small, could be peacefully resolved. There's a shocker, eh? I think my mind would fry if a disagreement in the church were peacefully resolved.