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Where’s Jesus?

April 4th, 2004 Posted in Introspection

So much for the best laid plans. The play went off well and everyone said we did a good job (does anyone ever tell a youth group they did a bad job in a play?).

Of course I had a slight problem. I had to be at the church at 8:30. The alarm went off around 7:15, and it was probably 7:40 before I actually got up. Then Abby poked her head in the bathroom and reminded me it was Daylight Savings. It was actually 9:01. The first service had already started and I went on in 19 minutes. Quite a shock when you’re still in the shower.

I made it to church with one song left before we went on, and I was in costume and in position a full 30 seconds before we started. Whew.

Nothing like a crucifixion early in the morning.

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  1. 3 Responses to “Where’s Jesus?”

  2. By Andy Fast on Apr 4, 2004

    Spontaneous Story time with Andy Fast

    I played Jesus once, it was like 1st or 2nd grade Sunday school, and it also happened to be the day that we discovered our burnt orange ‘77 Buick LeSabre (w/ a white vinyl roof) had a broken gas gauge. Yep, we ran out of gas on the way to church. I think we managed to make it just in time, but I was so nervous about being late I flubbed my lines. Fun times!

  3. By timothy on Apr 4, 2004

    I, too, was once a Jesus. My brother and I played Jesus and his brother (James or John or something, I can’t remember now). We were supposed to be pre-teens working in our dad’s carpentry shop. So the whole time my brother Tom pounded on the podium with his fake hammer; problem was the mic was on the podium, so all you could hear was this loud thumping. Never worry, though, because I was mouthing my brother’s lines in addition to speaking my own, so I suppose you could have just lip-read over the din.

  4. By Neal on Apr 4, 2004

    Wow, I’ve never played Jesus myself. The closest I can do to claim that is being called Jesus in a tank by a few clan members of a PC game I play a lot (ummmm yeah, it’s a bit awkward being the only Christian in a group at times), and I’m not exactly uber excited over that.

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