Sunday was MBC's Christmas play and I took my first and last turn on stage as "Ma," a depression-era Manchaca farm wife. I wore a floral housedress and an old apron and said lines like, "Justice weren't served til we got a blue-ribbon prize winner to take our place!" and "Gal, what you're doin' is gonna make that ol' barn smell good" and "I'm just taken aback when I think of why the Lord who made the stars above would come here Hisself--and as a lil 'un." After obsessing about my lines for days, the mike didn't even come on! I gave it all I had but I don't think I'll be winning any Tony awards.
They wanted a mother-daughter pair and Boo wanted to do it so badly, so I agreed. You'll notice, though, that none of you got an invitation and I even told Mowgli not to come to church. Boo had a wonderful time, though, and just loves being onstage. Those of you who remember her little shy performances as a little girl would be amazed!
It was a sweet play, though, written by church members and celebrating God's faithfulness through the years. I'm sure the more senior members of the congregation were really touched. I hope so.