Drama Queen - The 'Other' Art Form

Seriously this is me. At first I used to fight the title, kicking and screaming; denying and justifying.

But I came to the realization that my dramatic personality is naught to try to run away from or to squelch.

When I was a wee lass in Scotland I remember being over the hills of Loch Lomond happy that I got the role of Mary in the school Christmas play. I don't remember a lot about it but I do remember loving the feeling of assuming the character of Mary and wondering if I could possibly 'pull it off and be believable'. I was doubly honoured when I got to bring my doll - Dianne (who I still have) along to play the part of Baby Jesus. The audience clapped and I was hooked.

All through school, as I was able, I was part of the drama team. I loved acting. I started to write plays and sketches and skits and thought how much fun that was, although I kept them hidden.

Then when I moved to Drayton, I was overjoyed to discover there was a wonderful theatre.
 Built in 1902, the majestic building still stood stately in the centre of the little bedroom community. I soon discovered the beautiful upstairs theatre complete with an amazing tin ceiling which afforded some incredible acoustics. And better yet, we soon learned that there was an amateur drama group in town that regularly presented plays to the community. I was bitten; stricken; moved; touched and dove in headfirst as soon as I saw the callout for local actors.

For many years both my husband and I got involved and were part of the Drayton Community Players. We had SO much fun. One year - for Christmas, actually - I was asked to write a play so that the Community Players could do something exclusively for the children of the area. I wrote Mother Goose's Christmas. I still have the scripts in my file after 25 plus years! What fun. What joy The first time I had seen my words acted out  'on stage'. I also produced the play so I was in my element.

The Drayton Community Players carried on acting and laughing and enjoying some wonderful fellowship over the years. I learned so much and took lots of classes and courses on acting and writing plays.

Then, when the professional theatre took over, it was curtains for us.

But God wasn't done. It was almost like he was setting the stage for me to do  something special.

About a year later, a friend and I started the Master's Voice Players (MVPs) at our church. What an amazing plan God put in place. I not only wrote many of our plays, I often collaborated with musicians to create some great cantatas. I loved those years. The MVPs grew and before we knew it we were ten years in and our group of wonderful young actors performed in many places including
churches, schools, and jails.

Our scripture verse was Acts 1:8b: "You will be able to be my witnesses in Jerusalem, all over Judea and Samaria, even to the ends of the world.”

We loved that and our MVP goal was to present the gospel through the power of prayer and through our combined love of the dramatic arts. 

Oh how I miss our group. It was a lot of work and a huge commitment, but I know God had His hand on us and how blessed we became with sweet  memories and forever friendships. 

I loved drama, although I was no professional. I think if I was younger I might have been persuaded to go back to school and learn so much more. But then again, as a leader of the MVPs, I ended up writing plays and instead of acting, I was producing. My love of the written word grew and I began to publish plays. I even wrote a Christian Actor's devotional [Eldridge Publishing] after a little nudge from God. He taught me so much. 

So yes, I am a drama queen, still to this day. My family all know that they can expect the unusual, but thank goodness they love me for my 'other' art form - or maybe I should say, despite my other art form. Thank goodness now, my energy is translated more often than not to the printed page, although I do express myself with flair and pizazz when I have a point to make. It's usually then that my family exit - stage left! 

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters

Colossians 3:23

Remembering To Rely -- Glynis M. Belec

Our local elementary school in little ol' Drayton has a wonderful sign that helps keep the community informed. Often they announce report cards coming out, lest any student 'forget' to tell Mom or Dad. There are announcements about upcoming school events, PD days, awards, drama productions and more. I love keeping an eye and seeing what those sweet students and teachers are working on or dealing with at any given time.

     Every November when I drive by, I notice the grand announcement about 'Random Act of Kindness Day.' This year it will happen on Friday, November 9th. I think that is a wonderful thing, except it makes me sad.

I think it is wonderful because it perhaps makes students and those of us who notice the sign a little more attuned to the human condition and alert to finding ways to improve or delight in it. But it saddens my heart to think that we have to be told to do random acts of kindness or to have a special day to celebrate such.

     I'm trying not to be a grumpy old bear but what has our world come to when we have to have a special day to remember to hold the door, or help someone with their groceries or to give someone an unexpected word of encouragement, a free coffee, a handful of change, a helping hand?

     I know this is a big city concept so I am sure it is a good way to snag the attention of the busy and the indifferent. But still I find it sad in a way. I'm hoping no card makers or gift givers make a profit on this day or my soul will really be saddened.

     I love our little Drayton because, for the most part, people thrive in this community by doing little and big random acts of kindness. I would not have dreamed 27 years ago, that I would still be living here. But the people of this community and the hearts of those who make this place special, are what makes me stay put. I have been the recipient of untold and numerous acts of kindness over the years here. And I hope and pray that I have been able to reciprocate naturally rather than out of obligation.

    A very sweet and dear friend told me once when I tried to find words and ways to pay her back for the many things she had done for me as I dealt with my battle with cancer. At my wit's end, she found a way to comfort and assure me. "Pay it Forward," she said. I love that concept. I could never ever pay her back for what she did for me but I certainly can find ways to pay her generosity and kindness forward. I seek ways to do just this. My friend was very wise.

     Perhaps if we could find ways to turn  Random into Remember, then daily life could be turned upside down for the better! Random, after all, is dictionary-defined as lacking any definite plan or order or purpose, governed by or depending on chance. In other words, haphazard. The way we treat people shouldn't come on a whim.

     Okay, so I am retiring my grumpy bear attitude and have decided to focus on the true doer of random acts of kindness. I'm thinking that Jesus' acts of kindness were not so random. He didn't reach out haphazardly. He always had a way of connecting with the poor, the disenfranchised, the lost, the lonely, the hurting, the afflicted. His acts of kindness always involved meeting their physical needs and their emotional and their spiritual needs. He went far beyond conducting His life in a random manner.

     Jesus wasn't concerned about what church people attended, what clothes they wore, their economic status, their marital status, their skin condition, their habits, their profession. He reached far beyond that and cared about the condition of their heart.

     I am thinking that as a Christ-follower, I better not just do random, haphazard acts of kindness. I should, like Jesus, be more concerned about relationship than religion. "Go...sin no more and don't tell people what I have done." No need for a Hallmark card to make an announcement. Jesus' one concern was that he made a person's life better. Shouldn't that be mine?

    I guess the key is to remember to rely on the Grace of God and the power of the Holy Spirit so that my acts of kindness can be less random and more filled with purpose and humility.