Drama, drama, drama
There are 24 days until Easter. I have known since January 1 how many days there are until Easter.
Why?
Because I am swallowed up. January 1 through Easter Sunday is drama season round these parts. What began as an idea by one of my very best friends in 2007, sort of a "wouldn't it be cool if..." (yes, I ♥ the Fresh Beat Band and would watch it even if I was all by myself), came to life in 2009 and has exploded into an annual all-encompassing labor of love. Our church's Easter passion play, The Cry of Christ.
I have written about it in parts every Easter, here.
This year is different. Toward the end of 2011, our Associate Pastor was called away to embark upon a church plant. He was the drama's director and basically a very solid and capable contributor to every single sub-team that made the drama a reality. He worked his stinkin tail off for this thing.
Before he left, he met with my aforementioned friend and me, who were his assistant directors, to bestow upon us his three-inch-thick stack of notes from last year and to help us list all of his responsibilities so that we could take them over for this year.
Both of us left that meeting feeling abandoned, devastated, and hopeless.
But we didn't want Satan to win. And though it's been a comedy of errors since then, and we've dealt with those same three emotions practically every day, and absolutely nothing is happening on schedule, the show will indeed go on.
I have been extremely frustrated and impatient, mainly over the responsibilities dropped in my lap that I have no idea how to handle. And God is using all of this to show me His glory. To remind me of what I'm not (God) and whose I am (God's).
Recently, He showed me this in a passage I almost skipped over because I already knew it so well. Oh, the audacity. I disgust myself.
"Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me."
2 Corinthians 12:9
Yes, YES! I want that power. Need that power. It is the only way this drama is going to work, for Jesus to show up big time. Not just his character, but HIM. So I must surrender. Embrace the grunt work. Knowing that God will always honor His faithful, will always honor the request for His name to be glorified.
If it means I don't sleep for 24 more days (cringe), so be it. To God be the glory.
A nearby newspaper did a super-cool article about us this week if you're curious. And, of course, if you'll be in our area between March 28th and April 1 or April 6 and 7, come see it!
Why?
Because I am swallowed up. January 1 through Easter Sunday is drama season round these parts. What began as an idea by one of my very best friends in 2007, sort of a "wouldn't it be cool if..." (yes, I ♥ the Fresh Beat Band and would watch it even if I was all by myself), came to life in 2009 and has exploded into an annual all-encompassing labor of love. Our church's Easter passion play, The Cry of Christ.
I have written about it in parts every Easter, here.
This year is different. Toward the end of 2011, our Associate Pastor was called away to embark upon a church plant. He was the drama's director and basically a very solid and capable contributor to every single sub-team that made the drama a reality. He worked his stinkin tail off for this thing.
Before he left, he met with my aforementioned friend and me, who were his assistant directors, to bestow upon us his three-inch-thick stack of notes from last year and to help us list all of his responsibilities so that we could take them over for this year.
Both of us left that meeting feeling abandoned, devastated, and hopeless.
But we didn't want Satan to win. And though it's been a comedy of errors since then, and we've dealt with those same three emotions practically every day, and absolutely nothing is happening on schedule, the show will indeed go on.
I have been extremely frustrated and impatient, mainly over the responsibilities dropped in my lap that I have no idea how to handle. And God is using all of this to show me His glory. To remind me of what I'm not (God) and whose I am (God's).
Recently, He showed me this in a passage I almost skipped over because I already knew it so well. Oh, the audacity. I disgust myself.
"Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me."
2 Corinthians 12:9
Yes, YES! I want that power. Need that power. It is the only way this drama is going to work, for Jesus to show up big time. Not just his character, but HIM. So I must surrender. Embrace the grunt work. Knowing that God will always honor His faithful, will always honor the request for His name to be glorified.
If it means I don't sleep for 24 more days (cringe), so be it. To God be the glory.
A nearby newspaper did a super-cool article about us this week if you're curious. And, of course, if you'll be in our area between March 28th and April 1 or April 6 and 7, come see it!
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