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But when the attendants delivered the king’s command, Queen Vashti refused to come. Then the king became furious and burned with anger.
Esther 1:12 (NIV)

It was the first day of my sophomore year of high school. I walked into the drama room for my Acting II class. A poster on the bulletin board caught my eye. It was an audition notice for a movie being filmed locally. The production company was just a mile from the school.

How cool was that?

I decided to audition. I got a starring role.

It changed my life.

The production company was run by a former Hollywood filmmaker who had become a follower of Jesus. He moved to Iowa and began making faith-centered films. While on set I met a man who would spend two years discipling me. Ten years later the same man would hire me to work for the company that he and his wife founded. That job became my career. Thirty years later I own the business.

A poster in the Drama Room caught my eye.

Drama is an apt segue. Today, our chapter-a-day trek begins the journey through the book of Esther which is one of the most dramatic stories in the entire Great Story. In fact, every year – all over the world – Jews gather to read the story aloud and dramatize as massive audience participation production.

The most astonishing thing about the story of Esther is that God is never mentioned…at all. Not once.

But God’s hands are present and evident through the entire story, providentially guiding the events.

Just like He does in mine.

Whoever authored Esther was as masterful a storyteller as Shakespeare. Today’s chapter is the opening act. It is the set-up that sets the story into motion. Persian emperor Xerxes enters, and what an entrance it is.

An empire from India to Ethiopia (half the known world)
A 180-day festival to show off his vast wealth and splendor.
Bright gold
Luscious silk
Glittering jewels
Opulent palaces
Verdant gardens
A seven-day feast in which wine flows ceaselessly into cups of gold for every guest.

At the end of the feast, Xerxes calls for his queen, Vashti, to come out from her private ladies feast. He doesn’t call her for her companionship. He isn’t interested in sharing the moment with her.

He wants to put her beauty on display like all his other treasure — just one more possession.

Vashti says, “No.”

The king’s desire for Vashti is not romantic — it is possessive.

He wants beauty displayed.

Admired.

Owned.

Her refusal is electric precisely because it breaks the spell of indulgence.

The party stops.

The music falters.

The room goes cold.

One woman saying no exposes the emptiness beneath all that glitter.

It is one of Scripture’s quietest — and most powerful — acts of dignity.

The ripple effect sends a threatening shockwave through the greatest empire on the face of the earth.

The King who commands armies can’t command respect.

Vashti is swiftly stripped of her title and she is escorted to the exit stage left. With Vashti’s exit, the stage is cleared for a young woman named Esther to make her entrance.

One act of self-respect threatens an empire built on display and domination. It is life-changing for Vashti. It is also life-changing for Esther.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

In the quiet this morning, my mind wanders back to a poster that caught my eye as a fifteen-year-old high school sophomore. A poster that would alter the course of my entire life.

God is the author of life. He gave us a Great Story from Genesis to Revelation. That Story isn’t yet complete. We’re still living in it. The author is still at work. I am part of the same Story. My life is woven into its tapestry.

Jesus told His followers to never stop asking, seeking, and knocking.

Along my life journey, I’ve come to believe that a part of what Jesus meant was for me to live each day with my eyes, my heart, and my life open. Open to God’s providential hand as He authors the story.

An unexpected introduction.
A sudden turn in the road.
A phone call out of the blue.
An opportunity I never saw coming.
A poster that catches my eye.

God is authoring the Great Story. He’s also authoring my story if, in my free will, I choose make room and live expectantly.

Ask.
Seek.
Knock.

“For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.”

And so I enter another day of the journey, eyes peeled, listening for the Author’s next cue.

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Life’s Chorus

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[The chief priests and Pharisees] looked for a way to arrest [Jesus], but they were afraid of the crowd because the people held that he was a prophet.
Matthew 21:15 (NIV)

In theatre, it’s called the Chorus.

Every major theatrical production has a Chorus. It’s where almost every actor begins their journey on stage. For me, it was the musical Mame my freshman year in high school. Craig got the lead as a sophomore because he was over six feet tall and the only dude in school who could naturally grow a full beard.

I was in the Chorus.

I was a minion switching costumes for each of the big production numbers. An anonymous party-goer at Mame’s New York City penthouse apartment in one scene, then suddenly a mint-julep sipping southern gentleman in a tux later in the show. A face in the crowd.

As I studied acting in college, I was taught the importance of doing a character study for any role I’m playing.

But what if I’m a member of the Chorus?

It’s a legitimate question. It’s a legitimate role.

In today’s chapter, the crowd plays a significant role.

The crowd welcomes Jesus to Jerusalem in a triumphant parade in which they shout His praises, wave palm branches, and spread their cloaks on the ground before His donkey.

The crowd has Jesus #trending. He’s who everyone is talking about. He’s all the buzz. So much so, in fact, that the religious leaders are indignant.

Later in the chapter, the indignant religious leaders try to trap Jesus in a debate. Jesus skirts His way out of the trap by leveraging his enemies’ fear of the crowd.

A third time (there’s that number three again) Matthew mentions Jesus’ enemies were so upset that they became determined to get rid of Him, but they were afraid of the crowd.

By the end of the week it will be a different scene in a different Act. The crowd will have switched costumes and will be calling on Pontius Pilate to crucify Jesus.

It’s easy to be dismissive of the Chorus in any musical, but it has a significant role to play. In the same way, it’s easy to pretend the crowd doesn’t exist in life, but it plays a larger role than I care to admit.

The number of “likes” and “comments” I get on social media from the crowd.

The movies, shows, and songs that the crowd is buzzing about.

The fashions and styles everyone in the crowd is wearing.

The fickle winds of popular opinion being tweeted, chanted, and shouted by the crowd online and in the media.

In the quiet this morning, I find myself wrestling with my own relationship with and participation in the crowd of life. I can’t escape it anymore than Jesus could escape it. He rode His donkey through the crowd shouting His praises. He knew the crush of the crowd following Him wherever He went for three years. He will feel the sting of the crowd turning on Him in the end. There is a Chorus in life whether I choose to recognize it or not. Sometimes I’m a part of it. Sometimes I’m on the outside being influenced by it.

As I ponder, I’m reminded of an observation that John made about Jesus and the crowd of Jerusalem:

Now while he was in Jerusalem at the Passover Festival, many people saw the signs he was performing and believed in his name. But Jesus would not entrust himself to them, for he knew all people. He did not need any testimony about mankind, for he knew what was in each person. John 2:23-25 (NIV)

I might not be able to escape the Chorus in my life’s production, but I can certainly be mindful of the role it’s trying to play in my story. I can be discerning. I can choose not to take the role when it’s offered. I, like Jesus, can choose whether to entrust myself to it or not. The further I get on this earthly journey, the more I think it wise to do so.

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The Many, Not Me

The Many, Not Me (CaD 1 Cor 10) Wayfarer

…even as I try to please everyone in every way. For I am not seeking my own good but the good of many, so that they may be saved.
1 Corinthians 10:33 (NIV)

Wendy and I have many, many differences. Quite often those differences are at odds with one another. Our brains are wired differently and it’s taken years for us to understand how the other one thinks. Of course, there are both strengths and weaknesses in how each of us think and operate.

Eight years ago Wendy directed a show for our local community theatre called The Christmas Post. It was the third time she’d directed it. It’s a great musical and Wendy is a great director. People loved it, and people loved being in it.

A few years ago Wendy was inducted into our community theatre’s Walk of Fame, and I had the honor of providing her induction speech. I shared my first experience of being around Wendy, which happened to be on stage. I was performing in South Pacific and she was the prop master. There was a scene in which I’m served a sandwich and she asked me what kind of sandwich I like so that she could make sure that every dress rehearsal and every performance I had a fresh sandwich that I liked on stage which she took the time to prepare herself.

That might not sound like a big deal to you, but this is theatre. This is community theatre. I’m used to prop people not even giving a single thought about that sandwich until the night of the first dress rehearsal when I have to ask them, “Where’s my sandwich?” They then run across the street to the Dollar Store to see if they happen to have an expired loaf of bread we can have for free or buy the cheapest loaf of white bread on the rack. They will then put two slices of white bread on the plate.

“No one’s in the audience is going to see that it’s just bread,” they’ll tell me.

By the end of the run the bread will have mold on it. Gross, but, I’m told “It’s okay. No one can see that!”

Wendy would never do that. She was in charge of props and she was going to ensure that if I was going to have a sandwich on stage it’s going to be a real sandwich, a fresh sandwich, and a sandwich I actually like and might even consider eating during the scene. It was the most considerate a stage crew member had ever been to me in my countless stage experiences. It was a small thing, but I was grateful, and impressed.

I shared in her induction speech a side of Wendy that few people see or appreciate. As her husband I watch her spend her time, energy, and resources thinking about everyone. And it’s not just with theatre. She does it with family, work, and friends. It’s so innate to her that she doesn’t even know that she’s doing it. She wants everyone to have a good experience and every detail of everything she plans is painstakingly thought through and structured so as to be considerate of the whole.

In today’s chapter, Paul once again reminds the believers in Corinth of the importance of being considerate of others. As he writes about his own approach, he describes Wendy: “not seeking my own good but the good of many.”

I confess that I am not naturally like that. I have always had a very active inner world and I live a lot of the time preoccupied inside my own head. One of the things Wendy has pointed out to me on numerous occasions is that I had an entire conversation with her inside my head and forgot that I didn’t actually have it with her in real life!

Mea culpa.

I have learned from Wendy’s example of thinking about the “many, not me.” It’s one of the first things that endeared me to her, and it’s one of the things I will forever try to learn from her, and emulate. It is so absolutely spot on with what Jesus tried to teach His disciples when He washed their feet on the night before He was executed. It’s what He exemplified to us all the next day when He became the sacrificial lamb for our sins.

It’s about the many, not me.

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Details, Details

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“Once the priests enter the holy precincts, they are not to go into the outer court until they leave behind the garments in which they minister, for these are holy. They are to put on other clothes before they go near the places that are for the people.”
Ezekiel 42:14 (NIV)

Theatre has been a part of my life since I was in Middle School. I’ve studied it, participated in it, produced it, directed it, and I have experienced it in countless ways as an audience member. Do you want to know what makes great theatre?

The scene changes!

One of my theatre professors and all-time great teachers drilled into me that the difference between good theatre and great theatre is in the details. He was right. One of the things that makes Hamilton such a great show is that the action never stops. One scene flows fluidly and seamlessly into the next without the audience really ever noticing. It’s brilliant in its execution and most people don’t even notice. I have nightmares about certain shows Wendy and I have experienced in which we as audience members sat silently and awkwardly in the dark for several minutes, several times over during brutally long scene changes. Those are on a short list of the worst evenings of theatre ever.

This came to mind the past few days as our chapter-a-day journey has been trekking through the prophet Ezekiel’s long, very detailed description of a Temple he was shown in a vision. The level of detail is absolutely mind-boggling, like what a priest can and can’t wear in the scene changes between different areas of the Temple. But, that’s part of the point.

The difference between good and great is in the detail, not just in theatre but in life itself, and when I begin to realize the detailed complexity of creation it begins to inform me about the Creator. In his letter to Jesus’ followers in Rome, Paul wrote: “For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.” God is an artist and He expresses Himself in His artwork. What’s clear to me is that He cares about the details. Jesus put it more simply when He said that even the hairs on my head are numbered (and descending, I’m afraid).

In the quiet this morning, I am – believe it or not – convicted. I am not, by nature, a “details” person. Wendy will be happy to give you a million agonizing examples. At the same time, I have learned over a lifetime that the difference between good and great is in those details both on and off stage. I don’t care if you have Dame Judi Dench in your cast, it won’t be an evening of great theatre if you screw up the scene changes.

Did you know that the first thing you learn in the military is how to make your bed?

If I want my life to be great then it starts with getting my health and finances in order, which means paying attention to what I eat, how I move, and what I spend every day. If I truly want to be more like Jesus, the author of creation, then I need to pay more attention to the details of my everyday life.

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The Encourager

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Then Barnabas went to Tarsus to look for Saul
Acts 11:25 (NIV)

For over a decade, Wendy and I had the opportunity of leading our local Community Theatre. Over those years we took on a number of different roles both inside and outside of productions. One of the things I came to appreciate more than ever before was the individuals who showed up faithfully to do the behind-the-scenes tasks that had to be done. These individuals never got to be in the spotlight and were never on stage at the end to receive the audience’s ovation. Nevertheless, they were crucial to the success of the show.

In the book of Acts, a man named Barnabas repeatedly shows up in the story. He doesn’t get top billing. His actions primarily happen “backstage” in the larger story that Luke is reporting, but he’s a crucial piece of that story.

Barnabas’ name means “son of encouragement” and he is aptly named. After Saul’s conversion, the Apostles initially refuse to meet with him, afraid that it is some kind of ruse to arrest and imprison them. Barnabas is the man with enough faith to believe Saul’s story, meet with Saul in person, and to make the peace between the Apostles and their former enemy.

In today’s chapter, Saul is back in his hometown of Tarsus in Greece. Since his meeting with the Apostles, we’ve heard nothing from Dr. Luke about what Saul is doing. Saul was certainly not idle during this time, but he is certainly not on stage in the story. He’s backstage, working in the wings.

I was struck by the simple statement Luke makes in today’s chapter “Barnabas went to Tarsus to look for Saul.” Barnabas was the one who had faith in Saul’s conversion. It is now Barnabas who has faith to believe that Saul has a larger role to play in this story. Barnabas is the man with the connections. Barnabas is the man the Apostles and those in leadership in Jerusalem trust. Barnabas is the guy who quietly does things backstage in ways people don’t see or appreciate, but who is crucial to the success of the production.

In the quiet this morning, I’m meditating on the power and importance of being an encourager. What a powerful thing, quietly and simply giving a word of encouragement to another person. We all need a Barnabas in our lives, and in the quiet I thought of those who have been that for me along my journey, and I said a prayer of blessing and gratitude for those individuals. But, I also need to pay that forward. All disciples are commanded to “encourage one another” and I confess that I’m not as mindful or disciplined in obeying that command as I should be.

Today, I endeavor to consciously give words of encouragement to others.

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A Bit Part

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Then [the criminal crucified next to Jesus] said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”
Luke 23:42 (NIV)

When I was young and involved in theatre, like most people I always wanted the starring roles. I’ve been blessed to have gotten lead roles in a number of great shows. As I studied theatre and began to direct shows myself, I was always struck by individuals at auditions who made it clear that if they didn’t get the lead role, they didn’t want to be in the show. As time went on, I found this sentiment increasingly sad.

The more time I spent on stage, the more I began to realize the joy of playing a “bit” part. It requires less time learning lines, which provides more time for playing with the lines, developing the character, and experimenting with the role. I’ve always loved the process of character development. Even with small roles of only a few lines I will do an entire character study and develop a full back story for the character in order to bring that character to life for the audience. There’s a ton of fun to be had in crafting a bit character who “steals the show.” I think the best role, by far, in Hamilton is King George. He’s only on stage for a few brief moments, but he’s stolen the show every time I’ve seen it.

As I read through the Great Story, I find that my theatre experiences lead me to contemplate those who have bit parts in the narrative. In today’s chapter, Jesus is tried, sentenced, crucified, dies, and is buried. There are a host of bit players in the event. There’s the terrorist and murderer who is pardoned instead of Jesus, who had done nothing wrong. There’s the foreigner traveling to Jerusalem who is forced to carry Jesus’ cross. Luke twice references the women who had traveled with Jesus all the way from Galilee and had the courage to witness the crucifixion while most all the male disciples were hiding in fear. And, there’s Joseph, a member of the ruling council who conspired to have Jesus killed now asking for the body of Jesus and placing it in his own tomb.

All of these bit characters have a story to tell, and I can only imagine how compelling those stories might be as they unpacked the events that led them to be there at that moment on that day. I wonder how the events of that day may have changed their lives.

Of all these bit characters, it was the thief crucified next to Jesus who commanded my attention as I meditated on the chapter in the quiet this morning. First, I found it fascinating that he knew enough about Jesus to be convinced of Jesus’ innocence, and he seemed to know what Jesus taught. Was he among the curious crowds who gathered to listen to Jesus in the Temple earlier in the week? Was he convicted of his own blaring mistakes and poor life choices as he listened?

I also found it fascinating that the thief knew Jesus’ teaching enough to acknowledge that Jesus was a King with a Kingdom. Did he overhear Jesus’ conversation with Pilate when Jesus said, “My kingdom is not of this world”? At what point did the thief decide that Jesus was exactly who He said He was?

Finally, I love that the thief owns his own sins and the painful consequences he is experiencing. Shakespeare’s tragic thieving character, Bardolph, comes to mind when he says to Prince Harry, “When thou art King, don’t hang a thief!” The thief on the cross has no such hopes of escaping with a royal pardon. With the eyes of his spirit, the condemned man sees with perfect clarity what is happening at this moment. He and the angry criminal hanging on the other side of Jesus are getting what they deserve. They committed their crimes and they are paying for it. With the same clarity, he sees that Jesus is an innocent man suffering like a lamb being slaughtered.

At that moment, the nameless thief has one request: “Remember me.”

There is something I find so purely humble and gut-wrenching honest in this ask. He accepts his fate and embraces the certainty that he deserves the eternal punishment to which he knows he is headed. I’m reminded of Jesus’ parable of the rich man and the poor beggar Lazarus. The rich man languishes in Hades and looks across the spiritual chasm to see Lazarus in heaven. This is the reality the thief fully expects. He will be in eternal anguish as across the great spiritual divide Jesus takes up His throne in His eternal Kingdom. He accepts this fate.

“Please. Just think of me. That’s all I ask.”

How magnificent, how beautiful, that in this grand, climactic, spiritual moment in the history of all creation, one undeserved, poor thief finds a mustard seed of faith and the grace that flows freely from it.

When, as an actor, I make an entrance to play a bit character on stage, I am that person in that moment. In the quiet this morning, I find myself similarly hanging on my cross next to Jesus. I know my sins. I know what I deserve. I know that Jesus does not deserve what I deserve. In the quiet, it is my soul whispering, “Remember me.”

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Upstaging

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Now when Joshua was near Jericho, he looked up and saw a man standing in front of him with a drawn sword in his hand. Joshua went up to him and asked, “Are you for us or for our enemies?”

“Neither,” he replied…

Joshua 5:13-14a (NIV)

The actor had a bit part in a large musical I was in, but you’d have thought they had been given a starring role. They always had crazy ideas to make their character more noticeable, suggested to the director ways to “improve” the scene (and also give them a bigger moment on stage), and they had to be told ceaselessly to rein in their character.

In theatre, it’s officially called upstaging. In ancient times, stages were “raked” so that the back of the stage was raised and slanted down toward the audience. It was a technique that allowed the audience to better see the characters and action taking place at the rear of the stage. To this day, the back of the stage is referred to as “upstage” and the front of the stage by the audience is called “downstage.” Upstaging was, therefore, when an actor moves to where they are higher and better seen by the audience. They raise themselves to be more important than they really are.

Some mornings when I read a chapter, I find meaning in what is being shared across the episodes rather than within one of them. In today’s chapter, there are three distinct things being shared:

  • The fear of the local kings and city-states (vs. 1)
  • The renewal of the covenant between God and Israel (vs. 2-12)
  • The mysterious appearance of a lone stranger (vs. 13-15)

The first thing to really strike me was in the last episode. This mysterious figure appears with a drawn sword and introduces himself to Joshua as “Commander of the Army of the Lord.” When Joshua asks “are you for us, or for our enemies?” the reply was “Neither.”

“Neither?”

Aren’t the Hebrews God’s people? Didn’t they just affirm their covenant with God? Isn’t God leading them to the Promised Land?

Yes, yes, and yes, but that’s the point, I realized. What’s at issue throughout this chapter is the object. It’s easy for me to focus my eyes on God’s people, the same way I focus my eyes on myself and my earthly circumstances. But, the object of this unfolding Great Story is about what God is doing.

The Canaanite kings and peoples were afraid, not because of what the Hebrews had done, but because of what God had done for the Hebrews with His miracles.

The people renewed their covenant with God, and in doing so were reminded that it was God who initiated the covenant with their father, Abraham. It was God who delivered them from Egypt and the hand of Pharaoh. As they ate the produce of the Promised Land, they were reminded that it was God who provided manna for them for forty years to sustain them.

The Commander of the Army of the Lord then reminds Joshua that he and the Israelites are not the objects of his favor or obedience. God alone is whom he serves.

In the quiet this morning, I’m reminded of just how self-centered I can be. I am the object of my own story, and I so often reveal that by my thoughts, words, and actions. My story, however, is ultimately what God has done for me, in me, and through me. My story is a bit part in God’s story.

God, forgive me for all the ways I both consciously and unconsciously try to upstage you.

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From the Archives: Wendy’s “Walk of Fame” Intro

In the fall of 2018, m’luv Wendy was inducted into our local community theatre’s Walk of Fame. She gave me the honor of introducing her that evening. As I was going through some old files this weekend, I found the text of the introduction that I prepared and delivered that night. Please indulge me. I’d like to post this tribute to Wendy so that it will be preserved on the world-wide interweb until, and perhaps beyond, the apocalypse. She deserves that.

“I have taken a billion photographs of Wendy. I take a lot of photographs period, and over the years I’ve noticed that I have this mysterious internal catch in my spirit when a certain photograph rises to the level of a personal favorite. I don’t always know why. I just know it’s special, and I have to spend time with it to figure it out. This photograph of Wendy is one of those. I’ve meditated on why it’s special and I’d like to share a few reasons why.

The first time I saw Wendy Hall was in the same place this photograph was taken. Our daughter Taylor and I were new residents of Pella and had been cast in USP’s South Pacific. We sat at the back of the Joan Kuyper Farver Auditorium as Wendy, Prop Master for the show, made her way to the front to make an announcement. I saw her from behind just like this photograph as she strode with purpose and intensity up the aisle toward the stage. First impressions. Oh my, that hair – which I’ve come to love as metaphorical of the wild-child, the explosion of passion tinged with red.

Wendy stood on that stage and gave the well-known rule for all large cast shows filled with children and teens: “Look!” she said, “Rule number one! If it’s not yours, DON’T TOUCH IT!” That little bit of a thing with the wild, red-streaked hair spoke with such assured, intense authority. I knew in that moment I was NOT going to touch a prop that wasn’t mine. I was a little scared.

In this photo, we see Wendy in the off-stage darkness, which is where I first got to actually know Wendy Hall during South Pacific. What I learned about Wendy back stage is that she knew theatre, she cared about doing theatre well, and in her arena of responsibility things were going to be done well down to the minute details. While on-stage as Captain Brackett, I had to eat a sandwich.

“What kind of sandwich do you like?” she asked me in one early rehearsal

“Why?” I asked honestly, caught off-guard by the question.

“If you have to eat a sandwich on stage it might as well be something you like,” she responded as if it was the most logical question in the world. 

But as a stage veteran, it wasn’t the most logical question in the world. Anyone who’s been involved in theatre of any kind, especially in community theatre, knows that props are thrown together at the last minute using whatever is expedient by half-hearted volunteers who aren’t sure what they’re doing. I expected a sandwich that was two slices of cheap white bread hastily purchased at the Dollar General before tech rehearsal two weeks ago and by opening night it’s dry and crusty with hints of mold.

But Wendy Hall was in charge. She was Prop Master. You’re going to have a freshly made sandwich, a real sandwich that is something you like. Because, I was Commander Bracket (dammit!), and Commander Bracket would eat a sandwich he wanted prepared for him by the mess cook. 

In one of my South Pacific scenes, I had to sit on stage for a period of time while action and dialogue were focused elsewhere. During the final weeks of rehearsal, each night I found on Captain Bracket’s desk clipboard different things to read. A Shakespeare sonnet one night, a list of corny jokes the next, a Robert Frost poem. Prop Master Wendy Hall figured if you have to sit there on stage looking at a clipboard you might as well have something interesting to read. I’d never met a Prop Master or Stage Manager who cared about the actors and their experience down to the smallest of details. 

An unknowing person looking at this photograph is likely to see only a dark, contrasting figure. A two-dimensional shape: “Female figure in black.” Over the years I’ve observed that people who don’t really know Wendy, this is what they see. A simple figure contrasted by her intensity, her strong opinions, her kick-butt and take-charge attitude which is so easy to dismiss just as simply: Female figure in black. 

I look at this photo and observe she is not in the spotlight but in the shadows off-stage because Wendy, the amazingly capable and talented leading lady, has no need for the spotlight. In fact, she does her best work on-stage during the rehearsal process. Her best work off-stage is in the shadows where she is intensely focused on what’s happening on-stage and thinking of every detail that will make this production sing – not just for the audience but for the actors and the crew members. She cares, not just for the show that takes place on stage but the experience of the entire production from the first audition to the post-production cast party. Those who only see and hear an oft intense director demanding exactly what she expects and exactly the ways she wants it do not see her on the couch at home obsessing about actors not having to be at rehearsal if they don’t have to be, parents being able to count on a well-thought-out rehearsal schedule that will make for worry-free planning, or people having a great experience from first to last.

When I look at the woman in this photograph I see someone who knows what she’s doing. She’s standing tall, intensely focused, doing the work, orchestrating the action; Pen in one hand and the other hand open and ready to edit the show and the production if they are the right changes to advance the quality of the show and the good of the whole.

From 2003 through 2017 Wendy has been credited with 43 roles in USP productions, only 12 of them as an actor. Seven of those 12 roles I had the privilege of playing opposite her, and there is no one I would rather be on stage with than Wendy because I’ve rarely met another actor who shares my passion for the process of bringing a character to stage. Thirty-one of Wendy’s roles were off-stage roles: Producer, Director, Assistant Director, Front of House, Make-up, Costumes, Props, Publicity – she’s done it all and that doesn’t count some 15 years of continuous service on the USP Board of Directors, organizing Award Nights, helping organize Drama Camp registrations, Picnics,  Costume Shop help, and of course making lots-and-lots of cheesecake.

The final thing I want to point out in this photo is the mystery it makes me feel. You don’t see this woman. You don’t really see her. You see just an impression of her. When I look at this photo, I both enjoy the mystery and experience the selfish satisfaction of being a secret keeper. I do know her. I have been granted the privilege of seeing what no one else sees. 

My theme song for Wendy, and I’m not sure I’ve ever shared this with anyone, contains these lyrics:

Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev’rybody knows
That Baby’s got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl

In this journey of theatre with Union Street Players I have shared her public triumphs and wiped away her private tears. I can tell that both spring from love: love of God, love of doing things well, love of theatre, love of this crazy organization, and most of all love for each of you with a depth and passion you likely know not – from this two-dimensional, female figure in black.

May I present to you my leading lady, my best producer, my life director, my muse, and my partner on Life’s journey. M’luv! And the newest member of Union Street Players Walk of Fame, Wendy Vander Well...”

Poet, Chorus, Character

I told them, “If you think it best, give me my pay; but if not, keep it.” So they paid me thirty pieces of silver.

And the Lord said to me, “Throw it to the potter”—the handsome price at which they valued me! So I took the thirty pieces of silver and threw them to the potter at the house of the Lord.
Zechariah 11:12-13 (NIV)

One of the things that I love about acting is the opportunity to bring a character to life. The first step in almost every rehearsal process is the “read through” in which all of the actors in a play sit down with the director and simply read the script out loud around a table. Then, over the process of a few weeks, those words are transformed as the actors embody the characters, are transformed by the costumers and make-up artists. Finally, they give action, expression, and relational interaction within a detailed setting on the stage.

One of the difficult parts of reading the ancient Hebrew prophets is that they often used different devices in their writing for different effects. In today’s, chapter, Zechariah begins with poetry just as he had in the previous chapter (vss 1-3). He then switches to prose and relates the message God gave him concerning a shepherd and a coming time of destruction (vss. 4-6). Zech then switches to writing in the voice of first-person. Much like an actor, he embodies the voice of the Shepherd.

Much like the prophet Isaiah whose prophesied the Messiah as a suffering servant (Is 53), the prophecy of Zechariah foreshadows a Messiah-King who is rejected by the flock. His payment is thirty pieces of silver. Historians say that this was the common price for a slave, and represents an insult.

Anyone familiar with the Jesus story will immediately recognize the foreshadowing of his final week in Jerusalem. The chief priests and leaders of the temple in Jerusalem were supposed to be shepherding God’s people but instead were running a religious racket that oppressed the people and made themselves rich. They reject Jesus (who, btw, claimed the mantel of “The Good Shepherd”) and they pay one of his disciples 30 pieces of silver to betray him. Judas later laments his decision and throws the silver back to the priests.

The description Zechariah gives of destruction, devastation, and even cannibalism is an accurate picture of the Roman siege of Jerusalem and subsequent destruction of the city and the temple in 70 A.D. The historian, Josephus, records that cannibalism did occur within the city as food supplies ran out during the siege.

At the end of the chapter, the “worthless shepherd” (a corrupt ruler over the people) is struck in the arm (arm is a symbol of strength) and his “right eye” (right is metaphorically associated with favor) is blinded. I can’t help but be reminded that in destroying Jerusalem, the Romans also torched all of the Hebrews’ genealogical records. Without being able to see and confirm direct descendence from Aaron or Levi, they are blind to who can offer sacrifices and run the sacrificial system. The sacrificial system of Moses was effectively ended. Without being able to see and confirm direct descendence from David, they are blind to know who can ascend to the monarchy of Judah. The earthly monarchy of David was effectively ended, as well.

In the quiet this morning, I find myself once again fascinated by the prophetic. It’s artistic the way Zechariah switches style three times within a chapter. He starts as a poet, then becomes the chorus, and then takes on character as he accurately envisions events that would occur some four hundred years later.

Once again, I’m reminded that there is a flow to the narrative of the Great Story God is authoring from Genesis to Revelation. There is a Level Four storyboard. I am endlessly fascinated by the mystery of it and repeatedly encouraged to know that the story is being played out, even in the crazy events I observe in the world news each day.

Chorus to a Tale of Pain & Purpose

In the third year of the reign of Jehoiakim king of Judah…
And Daniel remained there until the first year of King Cyrus.
Daniel 1:1a, 21 (NIV) 

In the history of theatre, Greece was the first great age. The Greeks developed several theatrical conventions that are still widely used today including the use of what was called a Chorus to prepare the audience for what they are about to watch and to narrate the events. Shakespeare used the same convention widely in his plays, as do many modern productions.

The first chapter of Daniel is the literary equivalent of a Chorus. The author, traditionally ascribed to Daniel himself, uses the opening of the book to provide a quick lay of the land with regard to the background of the story and introduces us to the major players. The fact that the chapter describes Daniel and his companions as being learned young men who were then given a thorough course in Babylonian literature and culture, is ironic. It seems to me that the chapter itself gives evidence to this in its structure and content.

In the next year, our local gathering of Jesus’ followers will be studying the theme of exile. I’ve written in previous posts about the theme of wilderness throughout the Great Story. The exile of God’s people in Babylon is one of the major examples and many casual readers don’t realize just how many characters, psalms, and books come out of this period. Jeremiah, Lamentations, Daniel, Esther, Ezekiel, and Nehemiah are all books that chronicle parts of the Babylonian exile and return.

In today’s chapter, Daniel provides bookend dates of the story he’s about to pen. It starts in the “third year of Jehoiakim king of Judah” and ends the first year of King Cyrus. A little study shows this to be 605-539 B.C. In other words, Daniel was an educated young man from nobility in Israel’s southern kingdom of Judah. His hometown is destroyed in a long Babylonian siege in which Daniel watched people starve to death and, according to the prophet Jeremiah, reduced to cannibalism to survive.

Out of this horrific event, Daniel is taken captive by his enemy. He is torn from his family, his people, and his hometown which has been reduced to rubble. He ends up in the capital city of his enemy, Babylon, and finds himself subject to indentured servitude to his people’s enemy number one: King Nebuchadnezzar. Daniel’s own name is taken from him and he is given a new name. He is forced for three years to learn everything about the history, culture, and literature of his enemy.

A young man of God forced to live in captivity and exile and to serve his enemies for about 65 years. Welcome to the story of Daniel, whom many people only know from brightly illustrated children’s books in the dusty Sunday School memory bins of their brains.

But the real story is far deeper and more complex than that, as Daniel tries to tell me as a reader in his opening Chorus. It is the story of a young man who finds a way to survive. He courageously maintains and lives out his faith in the midst of the unbelievably difficult circumstances that make up nearly his entire life.

In the quiet this morning I find myself mulling over the common misperception I observe followers of Jesus often have, and that I confess I find myself unconsciously falling into from time to time. It’s partially driven, I believe, by the American Dream and the Protestant work ethic. If we believe, work hard, and live good lives then life should be a breeze of material blessing and pain-free existence. But as I journey through God’s Message I find that this has never been the message. Daniel fires an explosive shot across the bow of that notion from the very beginning of his story.

Trauma, suffering, starving, captivity, bondage, indentured servitude, and life-long exile in the land of his enemies serving a mad king.

I find God’s purpose in my pain. That’s the message Daniel foreshadows in the Chorus of his book, and the one I’ve been reminded of over and over again on my life journey.