
I really like theater; watching it, constructing it, educating it, supporting it, being in it, directing it, producing it, and imagining potentialities by it. Whether or not it is on the large display screen, a TV display screen, a stage, somebody’s yard, a college gymnasium, or a baby’s playroom, the artistic vitality of theater has all the time given me pleasure. My mom used to say that I used to be born for the theater. She instructed tales of me dancing within the womb and directing my first vogue present earlier than the age of eight. Sure, theater is in my blood. It’s the air I breathe, residing within the depths of my spirit, shaping my worldview and all that I do. Whereas I’ve recognized this for so long as I can keep in mind, it wasn’t till I sat in a church on the rehearsal for my wedding ceremony that I started to comprehend it was my body for ministry as nicely.
I used to be sitting within the pews because the pastors mentioned their roles, and relations stored making strategies for who ought to do what, or sit the place, or enter when. The members of my Younger Grownup Bible examine rapidly silenced any rumblings that deviated from the plan. I had used my years of theatrical expertise to arrange all of the gamers: household, musicians, bridesmaids, ushers, groomsmen, and so forth. All members, younger, outdated, and in between, knew their roles. The timing of each step, the weaving of music and phrases, the colours and different visible parts, had been all crafted collectively to mirror the way in which my and my partner’s household had been uniting by us. One explicit member of the Bible Research group was assigned the position of wedding ceremony coordinator on the church, and she or he was retaining every thing so as.
One of many pastors got here to me and stated, “Priscilla, this can be a worship service, you’ll be able to’t deal with it like a theatre manufacturing.” As my wedding ceremony coordinator swept in, redirecting stated pastor again to the pre-planned agenda, I believed to myself: “Why not?”
Years later, I used to be standing in virtually the identical spot, in the identical sanctuary, once I had an epiphany second that ultimately despatched me to seminary. It adopted one other worship service that blurred the road between sacred and theatre. It was one other embodiment of a reality that I one way or the other all the time knew in my spirit; that the road between theatrical manufacturing and reverent worship is as skinny because the veil between heaven and earth, a veil that was torn when Christ died, or maybe lengthy earlier than. In spite of everything, Jesus was a storyteller who adopted the fashions of the prophetic storytellers, who had been impressed and guided by the supply of all tales, our heavenly Creator.











