I finished a three-week run of The 39 Steps, a farcical send-up of the Hitchcock movie of the same name this past week. It was out in Graham, Texas. A bunch of folks from MHCC made the two hour drive out (and back) to see me, and thank you. The entire community has been not just permissive but supportive of this wild adventure, and again, thank you.
On Sunday, right after the house was cleared, we began striking the set. It was not complex—flats had to come down, props had to be put up in storage, costumes boxed up or sent to the cleaners. And within a half hour, everything that was that show was gone. (Well, not everything. Where I’d spray-painted STAGE onto the stage was still there, and will stay there, until they begin the next show.) I had forgotten about the temporary holiness of theatre. And so I’ve had to process that.
It’s that apple seed song—in the end, is a beginning; in the seed, an apple tree. (Forgive me, musicians! Also, forgive me for having a closed hymnal right in front of me and not looking up the precise words.) The story of the Christian church, the work of the followers of Christ, is to seek the resurrecting Kingdom of God even as seasons change and things come to ends. The next show at the Graham Regional Theatre has been cast and in read-throughs for a couple weeks; the world begins to blossom as it gets warmer out (…just play along on this one); God continues to make things new.
This week, it’s all about Nicodemus seeking out Jesus, conversations about being born again (or is it born from above), and that prevalent scripture we all kind of know and may even love, John 3:16. Or is it John 3:17? Or both? In any case, I look forward to seeing you Sunday.