Charlyn’s Web

Where has the last week gone? Here I was doing fairly well about posting things and then a whole week plus passes. I will just say that for a person who is easily overwhelmed by life in general, last week was a tidal wave, tornado and hurricane all at once.

Our little church decided to put on an Easter production titled The Living Last Supper- you know, like Di Vinci’s painting. (OK- for you technically accurate people out there- it’s not a painting but a mural or fresco or some artsy term or other. Accurate enough for you? Oooh, she sounds cranky!) The production would take 12 disciples, 1 Jesus, 1 narrator. 14 men would be quite a stretch for us but, well, we’d beg help from friends and family. Then there was talk of a choir. Choir? The women that could sing were roped in (that would not include me, I might add). Then talk of townspeople… Roman soldiers… angels!!! Alright, only ONE angel but still, we are talking more and more people here. We were beginning to wonder who would actually be left to watch the thing- the whole church was in the cast and most of the Pastor’s family and friends too!

The Col. carried a heavy load as he was the narrator and he sang a solo- Watch the Lamb by Ray Boltz. It’s an old song but tells a wonderful story. Plus he was one of the three men in the choir. Then disaster struck.

His wife got a cold. And shared. Ain’t she sweat?

So we sent up prayers.

And continued on with our busy week. Tuesday was a choir practice, Wednesday was a potluck and a meeting at Church, Thursday was a play practice and Friday was the dress rehearsal. The Col. stayed home from work and slept on Wednesday and was home until noon on Thursday. Plus our regular activities. Plus fighting a cold on my part also.

After two run throughs at the dress rehearsal, The Col. could hardly speak. But we took it easy on Saturday and things looked good for Sunday except I didn’t have any eggs for the kids to hunt on Sunday at our friends house. I was feeling drained of all energy so I shamelessly called a friend, the much respected Mrs. L, and begged her to pick up some plastic eggs at the store for me. Luckily, she was at the store at the time and so she saved my goose, see why she is the “much respected Mrs. L” and not just by the kids.

Even with 44 people in the cast (including the choir) we had 81 people show up Sunday morning! Praise God! And it all went very well. The Col.’s voice held out and he sounded good. We did the play twice and it went well both times. The Lord took our feeble efforts and made them into something Glorious.