Last night was a treat in so many ways. Part of our Broadway series this season included the famed Radio City Music Hall Rockettes. And they were as amazing...even more so than seeing them on television. Last summer I had hoped to see them in person but when NY fell through this turned out to be the perfect opportunity. I've always wanted to see NY as you all know but Robert doesn't. And it seems whenever I think I'm getting there something else comes up. Again, I had hoped to go in the spring but my son-in-law is graduating and I don't know that I'd be back home in time to travel to Hotlanta in time. Be we shall see....anyway....back to the show.
It's perfection and amazing! So uniform and precise. And you have to just sit there are marvel at the hours and hours and hours and days and months that it took to get this way. Talk about exactness in every step! The first picture of the wooden soldiers is the scene that I love the most...as soon as they walked on stage I knew what the end was but it didn't change the anticipation. I sat squeezing Robert's arm as I waited for the "boom", the soft breath, and the slow, almost interminable domino collapsing of these dancers. So well worth it.
And in some respects for me, in life, I know what the end will be because I've been taught this and I live through the slowness of some events, and the speed of others. I'd heard the booming truths speak to me, and the thunderous, but also quiet of a sudden rear rend collision..and am so grateful for it to have been nothing more than, literally, a bump in the road. I've sat near 2 loved ones now as the final breath was taken and let loose....quiet, almost imperceptible.
Doesn't life just leave you breathless and amazed and wanting more?
This show took me along that path of thought...exactness in every step through all sorts of fun Christmas thoughts and plays and songs....BUT THE WONDERFUL ENDING....the live manger scene.
After all the fun and games, along comes The One Solitary Life...real camels, donkeys, sheeps and goats. Fabulous costumes vied with the simplicity of the Holy Family's costumes. And again...here was in story and on stage...a reminder of the preciseness and exactness and faithful fulfillment of prophecy that The One Solitary Life held. It was a great way to finish up the show and begin this season of joy and rejoicing. Merry December .... and Merry Christmas to all.
One Solitary Life
He never owned a home. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family. He never went to college. He never put His foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place He was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself...
While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves. While He was dying His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth – His coat. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.
Nineteen long centuries have come and gone, and today He is a centerpiece of the human race and leader of the column of progress.
I am far within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, all the navies that were ever built; all the parliaments that ever sat and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as has that one solitary life.
This essay was adapted from a sermon by Dr James Allan Francis in “The Real Jesus and Other Sermons” © 1926 by the Judson Press of Philadelphia (pp 123-124 titled “Arise Sir Knight!”).