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When my husband’s vocation moved us to Glen Rose, Texas, we became members of a small Baptist church in the area. I was approached about helping the youth depict the Crusifixion of Jesus. I accepted. I had a script I had written and we began our journey. Everyone who worked with the production did so willingly and worked diligently. The show was a success. However, at the end of its performance, both the church and I knew that this church was not called to drama. I came away from the show asking God, “Where’s my place? Where do you want me to do what I do? You’ve called us to this little (There are only 5,000 people in the whole county.) place with no theatre.” I was totally unaware that our county was building a 3,000 seat amphitheatre and that a Christian production company had rented it to present a musical drama depicting the life of Jesus. Two weeks after I had questioned God about putting us in the middle of nowhere, I received a call from our church’s minister of music telling me that Michael Meece, the director of The Promise, would be holding auditions at area churches and would I consider autioning? |