What a breathtaking, laborious experience I had Thursday, September 1st. My church is holding a production which will be out in about a year and a half about Christ's Life.
I was called in as an extra. Though I was a part of many, I felt the truth standing in the presence of Christ as He hurled tables of coins and scattered the merchants from His temple. I fled with my fellow companions before I could be caught in Christ's wrath.
As I paused offset and watched the actor playing Christ standing as he surveyed His Father's house, I felt an overwhelming sense of longing.
The hours of preparation to get me into costume and the hours of waiting for the right scenes and the hot, blowing day made it so worth waiting there to be a part of something huge.
I made fast friends with everyone I ran across. This sounds silly, but I found the bearded men intimidating! I felt like playing the part and keeping my head down so as to avoid eye-contact.
Who knew that being in a huge production would touch my heart to the point that I long to go back?