Last December my sisters and I were asked to perform several dance pieces for a
Christmas program. The program was about the Saviors life.
We had performed this program several times before, but as we
sat backstage listening to the rowdy 500 people audience, we worried that they
wouldn't appreciate the reverent nature of our program.
The audience was full of busy little children, running around and
squealing with Christmas anticipation.
The four of us, dressed in white, took our places behind
the curtain and apprehensively looked at each other, hoping
that a small miracle would happen in the next 30 seconds.
The curtain opened, the music started, still the chaos insued.
Then as we began to move,
something magical happened...
a hush fell over the audience and
one by one, wided-eyed little children made their way up to
the edge of the stage.
Each bright little face held perfectly still as they peered up at us.
They didn't make a sound, in fact I almost felt as if they
were holding their breath.
It was the most enchanting Christmas memory I have.
How I wished I had my camera...
all these sweet little faces peeking up over the edge of the stage,
eyes sparkling with understanding.
They felt something that night, something that caught their
attention and kept it until the very last note of the very last song.
They felt the beauty and serenity that Christmas can bring
when we remember Christ.
We had performed this program several times before, but as we
sat backstage listening to the rowdy 500 people audience, we worried that they
wouldn't appreciate the reverent nature of our program.
The audience was full of busy little children, running around and
squealing with Christmas anticipation.
The four of us, dressed in white, took our places behind
the curtain and apprehensively looked at each other, hoping
that a small miracle would happen in the next 30 seconds.
The curtain opened, the music started, still the chaos insued.
Then as we began to move,
something magical happened...
a hush fell over the audience and
one by one, wided-eyed little children made their way up to
the edge of the stage.
Each bright little face held perfectly still as they peered up at us.
They didn't make a sound, in fact I almost felt as if they
were holding their breath.
It was the most enchanting Christmas memory I have.
How I wished I had my camera...
all these sweet little faces peeking up over the edge of the stage,
eyes sparkling with understanding.
They felt something that night, something that caught their
attention and kept it until the very last note of the very last song.
They felt the beauty and serenity that Christmas can bring
when we remember Christ.
2 comments:
Excellent! Wish I had been there to see you perform. No doubt it was a beautiful momet.
oh I so wish I could have been there too! I would love to see you dance--but I can imagine how beautiful it was! What a treasured moment! Merry Christmas my blogging buddy:) xo
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