This time of year…with the rain coming in, nights getting darker, the air getting cooler, days getting quicker…I can’t help but get excited for Christmas. And with the fast approaching days of the Christmas season come the thoughts and dreams of family traditions. Stockings hung by the fireplace, decorating the tree, singing Christmas carols around the piano or jamming out to a Pentatonix Christmas album in the car. My heart sparkles at the thought of cheesy Christmas movies or books by the fire’s glow…warm cups of cocoa made just right…my favorite decorations we put out every year (like the Christmas villages with their sparkling lights!). I think about the foods that warm our bellies every Christmas morning, the soft pjs full of Christmas cheer that we don each Christmas eve…and most of all, I think of the beautiful candlelight Christmas Eve service which reminds us of our savior, His miraculous conception, and the beautiful and gracious gift of His birth. As I reflect on...
I have the privilege of taking Theatre as Ministry with Ben Tisell at the same time as acting in the production he is directing, Oliver! The Musical . In Theatre as Ministry we are making our way through the book Art and Faith by Makoto Fujimura, as I have previously mentioned. If you are any kind of artist, or a person of faith, and you haven’t purchased this book yet, please do…you will not regret it, and if you can’t tell from my blog posts, it has been pretty formational for me as an artist of faith. The beautiful gift of engaging in this class alongside the production process for Oliver! is that we get to think about the concepts we are learning in relationship to the show we are creating together. A common theme of discussion is how we, as artists of faith, are telling a story of redemption in the work we do. From the beginning of the Oliver process, Ben has arti...
I am from sitting by the weathered, brown, baby grand piano coloring and sitting in the sound of my mom practicing worship at the piano’s keys. I am from admiring my Mama’s glass Little Women dolls, one for each of us daughters. I am from Barbie dolls, littlest pet shops and polly pockets. I am from American doll tea parties and sleepovers with neighbors. I’m from childhood schemes with our neighborhood besties…of lemonade sales, practicing for homemade Fourth of July shows, dressing up as boys and pretending to be spies, and running around washing our neighbors cars for a few bucks. I’m from secret meetings in the neighbors play structure, playing survival in the front yard, sneaking through the fence connecting our backyard with our neighbors, and eating meals as two families together. I’m from warm, safe, and loud. I am from oak trees we pretended were horses. Oak trees which lent their limbs to a beautiful swing my dad made, which we spent hou...
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