Only a few occupations provide a euphoric sense of accomplishment as well as the release from the burden of responsibility … and directing a play to its final end is one of them.
This will surprise many people (which kind of makes me laugh, actually, since it seems pretty obvious to ME), but I much prefer directing to acting. My acting skills suck, to be honest. Directing (like coaching) is a vastly different package of creativity and orderliness — one that comes far more naturally to me than the vulnerable emotional exposure of public performance.
The Psalmist instructs us to “give to the Lord the glory due His name.” I must give praise lest I accept the Lord’s mercies arrogantly and without gratitude.
Today was a rough day around NCS. Unless you’re out of state or live under a rock, you’ve heard that a local Hanna student & football player, Jake Nicolopolis, had a severe stroke yesterday and has been in critical condition for 36 hours. One of my main actors in tonight’s show is Jake’s best friend. Andrew spent most of the past 24 hours at the hospital, and he didn’t perform for either show today. Obviously, I understand that life throws curve balls, and Andrew as a person is worlds more important than a play.
That said, we had a play to perform — with our without one of our leads.
I never have the manpower to cast understudies. For five years now, we’ve trusted God to keep actors healthy enough to perform. Despite some very close calls, today was the first day I had to actually face a serious absence within a cast on performance day.
In addition, several kids at school know Jake, Their hearts are heavy – as should be when something this serious is going on. I had just been reading James 5 in my homeroom devotions. “Is any one sad among you? Let him pray. Is any cheerful? Let him sing songs. Is any sick? Let him ask the elders of the church to pray for him…. ” “The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man accomplishes much.” The patience of Job; the faith of Elijah. Those ideas were divinely placed into our minds at just the right time this week.
It’s scary to perform a comedy when your student body is wrestling with the BIG QUESTIONS of life, like “Is God trustworthy?” “What if my friend dies?” “Is it disloyal to laugh, to have fun, to perform a play when someone is seriously sick?” I never belittle the adolescent journey through the big questions — because teens haven’t learned yet how to ignore the ideas that really matter. We adults hide our anxieties and lack of faith very effectively. It’s not healthy.
I like to remind grown adults that many teens are forming their relationships with God during these years, and they don’t really know Him all that well. It’s like being lost in the grocery stores when you are 4…. your mom might be just around the corner, but you sure do fall apart when she’s not in your line of sight. The relationship is too fragile for you to “feel” her absence. God must “parent” us all into deeper, further trust in His wisdom and goodness.
So today we all spent a lot of time praying — for Jake, for his friends who hurt with him, for our play. I didn’t have any choice but to pray and trust. Either it would work, or it wouldn’t. Jack Knipe stepped up to fill in Andrew’s role, with no rehearsal before the first performance and no knowledge of the script. We would accept the Lord’s mercies from His hand as He saw fit to give them. That’s how it would be.
How beautiful it is for me to say that the Lord is again faithful to His people. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more unified play cast, a smoother production, a better set of performances from this group of students. I am incredibly proud of the way the students handled their emotions today and their responsibilities to each other and the wider community. And I’m positive that God was giving us quiet grace — the grace for living that we take for granted until “living” itself becomes a struggle.
So. For public record — today’s shows were great. If you saw one, go remind the actors about their great work, because they deserve praise. But we all acknowledge the rich mercies of the Lord in carrying us through a tough, tough day. Amen.
I write. I design. I cook. I read. I make music. I talk to people -- all kinds of people.
I used to teach and hopefully will do so again someday.
My dream job would be a cross between barrista and consultant, with a large helping of international travel and bohemian wandering through concerts, museums, galleries, and open spaces.
Somewhere back in time, my students started calling me "RameyLady" and the name stuck. I like it. There's a Ramey-man too. He's a much better writer but he seems to be too humble to share it with the world....at least, not yet.