Saturday, July 11, 2009

Being in the Story...

If you look close in two of these pictures you'll see a mother with two little Jewish boys in orange.  That's the boys and I.  Steve Waldschmidt is Jesus and Lenette Randall is Mary Magdalene.  Mitch and Nick Sommer are Peter and John, and Tim Hildebrand is Matthew, the chief storyteller.
It's something to know bits of the story and talk about it.  It's also something to help bring it to life and give it voice in church like I do sometimes with drama ministry in Rosebud.
It's another something to be inside it.
It's still a pride struggle for me at times being in the chorus.  I get treated like most chorus folk where it's assumed they don't have a degree in acting or have professional experience.  But deep inside I know it's good for me.  It helps when you're in a huge natural ampitheatre surrounded by painted hills and a few stray seagulls and crows - out in the dirt and the heat, asking Jesus to heal your baby that has just stopped breathing.  Suddenly the magnitude of the possibility, ...the truth and the humaness and our crying out for the Divine... it all becomes more tangible.  More real.

Thank goodness there is enough of a routine now with the run throughs that the boys know what to expect.  And they do a good job.  I hope it doesn't get old for them.  There's only five shows left!
It's good for me to be one of the crowd.  I experience a lot.  I'm amazed at Jesus and his tireless healing, his gracious spirit and his daring words: Forgive, Love (even your enemies), Go.  It really makes one think when he says these things to your face, waiting for a recognition of their truth.
I can't get around the fact that Jesus' way while on earth was one of frequent sacrifice.  I don't want to follow him to the cross; I'd rather die in my sleep.
During his second trial before Pilate, my character is torn.  I'm afraid, but I still try at first to quell the crowd around me to not shout for his crucifixion like the Pharisees have bribed them to shout, but to reason with them about his innocence and goodness.  Soon I get swallowed up in a swirling of shouts and anger and my heart rises to my throat as I feel so small and overwhelmed by the incensed masses.
On the drive home Donovan says,  "Mom, I'm glad your character tries to say No.  That's what I would do.  Wouldn't you?"
"I don't know, Donovan.  I sure hope so."

1 comment:

Alysa said...

what an amazing story this is. It brings tears to my eyes. I wish I could see it.
This are beautiful pictures.

be well!