Theater people don’t get enough credit for all the work that goes on behind the scenes. By “theater people,” I mean not only the director and the actors, but the choreographers, the set designers and builders, the set dressers (decorators), the costume managers, and on and on the list goes.
This group of people from many different roads in life all collide in one place to work together to create the magnificent, moving, and dynamic work of art one calls a play. They give blood, sweat, tears, and hours and hours of time to make sure a story is told and told well.
“So what?” a boy asked me once. “It’s just a story. What’s the point?”
Each of us has a story. History is a story. The Bible is a story. All of these stories are true, beautiful, and important in the grand scheme of eternity. They interlock to form one big story arc that includes the entire human race. Unless you’re not human, stories are a stinkin’ big deal.
Anything our hands find to do need to be done well. If God chose to communicate with us through narrative, why shouldn’t we, creatures crafted in His image, also tell stories? Storytelling, done right, takes time and effort. You can’t just breeze through it and hope for art to appear. It takes bruised knees and elbows and long nights and hours and hours of practice. God made the world in six days, but we’re not God. Bringing Him due glory takes a little longer to accomplish.
There you go. I promised something of greater substance today, and there it is. Now I will depart to finish unfinished homework and pray earnestly for snow. Good night, all.