Three Days of Surprises and Memories or…. SHAMELESSLY SEAMLESS
Last weekend there was (once again) no formal Disciple Day event. However, there was plenty to be thankful for. Friday night was my high school alma mater’s Homecoming Game. My beautiful, high school senior(?!) niece, Shelby, was on the court. At the afternoon pep session, her escort was chosen as Homecoming King. Not necessarily a precursor but in years past… I could not attend the game (I’ll get to that in a minute) but I was able to wish Shelby well as I walked out the door. I told everyone to send me a text if indeed she was crowned. I was not expecting to read anything so soon but at about 6:50, I received a text… “SHE WON!” I could not have been happier.
Now I usually am not that big on beauty contest and the like. I have always tended to believe that they are (for the most part) based on popularity. However, when a person as caring and loving as Shelby is, you tend to overlook some things. She attends a vocational high school and at times it seems that those students get lost in the shuffle of their home school. When I got home, there was a gaggle of well wishing posts on Facebook congratulating her. I asked if she was surprised and she said… “Not really.” Traditionally, the King is supposed to give the Queen a little kiss or hug. When neither happened, Shelby’s father (in his infinite wisdom) yelled, “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO KISS HER!” To which my mother yelled “SHUT UP, CHAD!” Such a tremendous event in the life of a young girl who seems to hide in the shadows. I hope this provides a small boost in her self esteem. WAY TO GO, SHELBY!
This one event would have been enough to make any uncle beam. However, I was involved in a little theatrical production of my own. Back in August, a special production of Fiddler on the Roof began to take shape. Special because the gentleman who would be portraying the lead role of Tevye, the milkman had hit his 100th show mark. Personally looking back, I find it wondrously ironic that the last three shows I have been involved in (The Sound of Music, a unique concept version of Jesus Christ Superstar, and now my third production of Fiddler) all had religious ties. Fiddler perhaps does not have a Christian foundation but religious, nonetheless.
Back in August, the production was to be directed by my great friend, Mary. However during the initial casting phase, her father passed away. Enter a fine man whose experience with the show goes back at least 23 years. DJ and I were in a high school production: he played Tevye and I portrayed Mendel, the Rabbi’s son. DJ graciously agreed to step in as director. At the first read-through, he made his intentions plain. He wanted a SEAMLESS production! Not SHAMELESS! If nothing else, this seemed to be the theme for the entire two month/five night a week journey.
Having known our talented director all these years, there was a lot of playful harassment on both sides. Whenever a cast member had to miss a rehearsal for whatever reason, whom did he call upon? I played my own part (Lazar Wolf, the butcher). At times, Perchik the revolutionary. A few times, Tevye, himself. I even played Golde, Tevye’s wife and Chava, the third daughter. Finally, I got to try my hand at Fruma-Sarah, Lazar’s years since deceased wife. Needless to say, I did not envy Pete his role as Tevye. I attempted to sing his signature piece, “If I Were a Rich Man.” I could not follow the “canned” music to save me! But, if nothing else, it made me feel as if I had a Multiple Personality Disorder.
I have to say that this production is one of the best I have ever done- Fiddler or otherwise. From the very beginning, the was a huge feeling of camaraderie. By the end that changed into many friendships being made and reformed. Quite frequently, there is a feeling of animosity and prima donnas rearing their heads but there was absolutely none of that… AT ALL! The entire cast from Tevye all the way down to an almost 4-year old who sang her heart out during the gut-wrenching “Anatevka.” If I were to put down in words the love I had for this production, I would fill a book. So profound was that feeling that I sought a hand in convincing my two best friends to come to Saturday night’s performance. No way was I going to let this slip by without them seeing it. Sounds crazy… no?
“So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God. Give no offense to Jews or to Greeks or to the church of God, just as I try to please everyone in everything I do, not seeking my own advantage, but that of many, that they may be saved. (1 Corinthians 10:31-33)