What I Took With Me
This past weekend saw three masterful performances of the hit play You Can't Take It With You. I didn't have a lot to do with it, but I had the privilege of joining the star cast onstage for a few seconds to contribute what I could. As with every play, it was a blast. A good learning experience. A time to grow personally. There was a little more to this play, though.
For one thing, I got to be Bobbifriend's assistant director's assistant (ADA). Seriously, I was crushed at losing the rank of assistant residence assistant this semester, but Bobbifriend was there to salve my broken spirit. Don't ask me to explain my fascination with redundant titles. Just accept my pleasure in them and realize I am indebted to Bobbi for bestowing a replacement upon me.
I already knew everyone involved in the play to some degree. I thoroughly enjoyed getting to strengthen both long-standing and fledgling friendships, though, and am happy to report many of those relationships are now blossoming with post-performance continuance. One time during our many hours together was particularly special, however. During an approximately seventeen-hundred-hour Saturday practice, we took a break to refresh ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. It was such a joy being challenged and exhorted spiritually by the same people I had spent so much time cracking jokes, peanuts, and smiles with. I owe a debt of gratitude to those of you who were involved. You cannot imagine the way God has used it to draw my focus back toward Him in other areas.
Bobbi turned the lights out on our play for the final time after several of us finished striking the set about 11:43 pm last night. It was rather humorous to watch four guys fight the sentimentality threatening to expose the weak underbelly of our manhood (Instead, we rolled over snow piles, got cold, and ran back to the dorm to replenish the testosterone). But long after the last program has found its way to the recycle bin, the fun, true friendships, and homework-shirking will continue.
For one thing, I got to be Bobbifriend's assistant director's assistant (ADA). Seriously, I was crushed at losing the rank of assistant residence assistant this semester, but Bobbifriend was there to salve my broken spirit. Don't ask me to explain my fascination with redundant titles. Just accept my pleasure in them and realize I am indebted to Bobbi for bestowing a replacement upon me.
I already knew everyone involved in the play to some degree. I thoroughly enjoyed getting to strengthen both long-standing and fledgling friendships, though, and am happy to report many of those relationships are now blossoming with post-performance continuance. One time during our many hours together was particularly special, however. During an approximately seventeen-hundred-hour Saturday practice, we took a break to refresh ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. It was such a joy being challenged and exhorted spiritually by the same people I had spent so much time cracking jokes, peanuts, and smiles with. I owe a debt of gratitude to those of you who were involved. You cannot imagine the way God has used it to draw my focus back toward Him in other areas.
Bobbi turned the lights out on our play for the final time after several of us finished striking the set about 11:43 pm last night. It was rather humorous to watch four guys fight the sentimentality threatening to expose the weak underbelly of our manhood (Instead, we rolled over snow piles, got cold, and ran back to the dorm to replenish the testosterone). But long after the last program has found its way to the recycle bin, the fun, true friendships, and homework-shirking will continue.
