Shining the light...

[mapsedge]

With any organized group that has regular meetings, certain members of that group are often called upon to perform functions as needed. In churches, this is certainly the case if not more so, particularly when it comes to music and, in the case of our church, all things theatrical.

Last Friday night I participated in a benefit concert, played a total of four songs (one quite badly, in my opinion), and with the musical help of aerie13 and ten other terrific musicians, raised just under 3/4-ton of money for some friends. The concert was not as well attended as I might have liked, but the important people were there, including the pastor, Jim, and associate pastor, Lynn. Lynn stopped me as I was pacing at the back of the audience and said, "I had no idea you could do that.. " I replied, "Because I don't advertise. Thank you, though."

The next morning, after the pancake breakfast with Santa at the church, Pastor Jim sat down across from me at the table where I was just finishing breakfast. He clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing just above his chin.

He waited. I swallowed, put down my fork, reached for my coffee.

He said, "You outed yourself."

I sipped. "So I gather."

He let the silence stretch. "I'm a patient man."

Michelle, her shins beyond the range of my kicking foot, said sunnily, "Oh yes, he can do music. His degree is in technical theatre, so he can also do sets, costumes, lighting, electrical, and he can act. He has this thing he does sometimes around Christmas where he plays a shepherd character, you really should see it, it's really good."

During the recitation of my many virtues, I could see in Jim's face that he was mentally filing it all away.

I'm a goner. Christmas eve morning I shall don my homespuns.

Comments

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

*laughs uproariously*

Sorry, hon. But I've so been there.

Explains how I wound up donning my Medieval garb and wearing it to school for the last two years in Spring and will do it again this year.


Make sure someone takes pictures and you post them!

We all wanna see William the Shephard.

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

Remember that suncloth I sent back to Oklahoma? It makes really good shepherd costumes.

We all wanna see William the Shephard.

Noooooo we don't. :)

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

I'll bet it does.

Noooooo we don't. :)


Oh, yes we do!!!!!

Do I need to go message Michelle? I have no qualms about begging her to take a few shots and posting them.

*chuckles*

[hdsqrl.livejournal.com]

I bet Michelle can be bribed to give us exact times, even.

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, I'll be here in Oklahoma...but if you went...and you had a camera...

*chuckles and rubs hands together in evil glee*

[mljm.livejournal.com]

No bribing needed. :) Christmas Eve morning services. He's performing at both services 10am and 10:30.

It's a really good skit.

[mljm.livejournal.com]

I'll see what I can come up with. :)

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

BWAHAHAHA!!!

Bill, you are so out numbered!

At least we plot conspiricy right in front of you on your own journal. Can't accuse us of being covert and sneaky, can you?

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

Well, fine. Can we at least try to get more than one camera, so I can edit the thing into something watchable?

I'm still trying to convince Michelle to let me do the full makeup - latex nose, beard, etc. I don't have a life-cast anymore, so I'd have to call The Twins and have them help me create one. That would be fun though.

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

Hey, I was just asking for still shots...video is going above and beyond, but would be cooler than cool!

[ladyniniane.livejournal.com]

There's only one thing worse, you know.

Riley (known to LJ and the ren world as brother william) has done quite a bit of storytelling at church, both in and out of garb, so his abilities aren't unknown there.

But (especially when he is in the midst of a long hair stretch) it has not escaped the notice of those who are in charge of These Things that my beloved spouse also bears an almost uncanny resemblance to the traditional portraits of Jesus that one sees in most Sunday School rooms.

Which means that, especially on Maundy Thursdays, I have the rather uncomfortable distinction of being married to Jesus...

(So does that make me the Magdalene?)

See, things could be worse...

[bonnyann.livejournal.com]

I made the mistake of wearing my pirate wench garb, complete with cleavage creating bodice and thigh-high boots, to a Halloween party at my apartment complex which had a variety of people including older people. I saw many doubletakes, from white haired gentlemen and gossipy old ladies. I was afraid I was going to be responsible for a few heart attacks so I went out front to sit with a few older ladies who were waiting out front for trick-or-treaters. We had a fun time anticipating the waves of gossip I had just created. I was normally a quiet yet friendly tenant who didn't talk about herself much, which drove the gossips nuts. And then I do something like this. Ah, the fun of it.

[jehosefatz.livejournal.com]

Being a former agent of SHAPIS (Secret Head Altarboy Papal Investigative Service), I could have offered you asylum in CPSOP (Creative Person Skills Obscurement Program.)

Unfortunately, once out, you're screwed.

Good luck and G-dspeed.

- Jeho

[aerie13.livejournal.com]

Second of all, I told you so.

First of all, I cannot believe you said you played a song QUITE BADLY. Are you high?!?! Do you really have no ability to hear yourself whatsoever?

Why the hell is almost everyone I love convinced that they suck??

I'm gonna go pour that third glass of wine. You all may be on your own.

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

I started "Witch of the Westmoreland" 1/2 step too low, and swallowed the end of every phrase. I was not happy.

I don't suck. I just sucked at that moment :)

[aerie13.livejournal.com]

All I am saying is that what you heard and what the rest of the room heard were two entirely different things.