Being a Stone

Hey everyone! With all the Fiddler Memories going around I decided to remind everyone involved of an important one and to give everyone who wasn't a cool thought.

On Saturday afternoon around1:37, the entire cast and I sat in Adams Hall at Troy University Dothan, preparing for our third and next to last performance. Soon, we would be quieted by Mr. Wilson, our director, for a little devotion before the show. Today he had selected a passage from Joshua 4 to concentrate on. Joshua 4 picks up in the story of Joshua and the Isreaelites crossing the Jordan. After a miraculous heaping up of the fast flowing waters of the Jordan, the entire nation of Israel crossed to the other bank of the river. Afterwards the Lord calls the Israelites to find 12 stones representing each of the 12 tribes of Israel and set up an altar to monument the miracle that had taken place. Mr. Wilson read us this and then related this to the task before us. He told us to make this and the following performance an altar to the miracle that God had worked in us as a cast. Roughly 50 teens came together as one over the course of 3 months and had grown to be a tight family. Not only this but while growing together we had become better actors, singers, and yes, dancers. Well, some of us better dancers.... So with this in mind, we put on the two best shows of the run and enjoyed every minute as if it was the last. We did everything to the glory of God.

After thinking on this in my own quiet times, I see it as what can be accomlished when we live life as a stone. As parts of a whole in an altar to what the Lord has done in our lives. We should see every day as another chance to praise God and bring Him glory for the last. Even when we don't understand what these days bring us, especially the rainy days, and the days where everyone seems to just be trying to tick us off, we should thank God for the chance to see them. Man, has this tendency to act as a baby being fed baby food; turning his head away from the spoon, spitting the slime back in their mother or father's face, no t realizing that this horrible taste is making them stronger. But unlike this baby we should know that these things are making us stronger and better in the end. With these things in mind, pray that the Lord uses you as a stone for His altar. It is when I am aware of the Lord's use of me in this way, that I find I am at my happiest.

Thanks Mr. Wilson for planting this seed. Your tears that afternoon sparked a few in my eyes. That moment was when I realized that this play was probably one of the most significant moments in my life as a Christian.

Thanks again to my Fiddler Fam for all the memories and love.

Til Tomorrow,
Good Providence