Do you ever feel like a stage hand, God? Setting things in place so that the players may find their way through the script of life with adequate guidance and support, and the least amount of disruption? Yeah, we know. Disruption happens. The lighting canister twists in its position, or the table gets bumped. There’s a heckler in the audience, or the supporting character gets the flu and an understudy steps in. We forget our lines, or find ourselves ad libbing spontaneously (those are fun times, eh? Sometime we laugh, or we cringe, or stand in awe of the improvement!). Things shift, with consequences great or small.
I just want to say thanks for being there when those things happen, and for helping us find our way when we get even a little disoriented. And I want you to know that I’m catching on to the enormous value of your presence in the wings, or when I catch just the slightest glimpse out of the corner of my eye of the slight of hand you offer to set things right. Your deft, you are, and I admire that. Something else I’ve learned? I hear the whisper of your applause when we take our bows at the end of a performance: the whisking of the curtain drawing back is really the sound of your affirmation. But the roar of the crowd? That’s for you.
Here’s winkin’ at you.
Anne Fraley is rector of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in South Windsor, CT. A life-long dog-lover, she escapes the demands of parish life volunteering for animal rescue groups. She occasionally succeeds at reviving her blog at reverent irreverence.
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