“I- I think I’m gonna throw up, so I can’t go on- you’ll have to go in my place-” I say dramatically, preparing to crumple into a heap on the sidewalk.
“Don’t worry, there’s nobody here,” Eulalia comforts me.
We missionaries are the only ones on the boardwalk.
That’s okay with me- I don’t think I could handle all of Misahualli watching me do these three 5-minute skits. Sad, I know.
There’s a team at Ms. Eunice’s, and they come down to help us with the flash mob. Still nobody.
So we start packing up.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“The park,” Saida answers.
I choke. There are actually people down there. I can’t do this.
While Tyler gives the introduction, we grab our props and costumes.
“Where’s the Bible?”
“You packed my sweater, right?”
“I have no idea where your money is!”
It takes us a minute, but we are finally lined up- in the correct order- and ready to start the show. I’m the Christian in this one, so I’m excited.
We get through “Drama Hambre” with no major problems. It’s a relatively easy skit anyway.
The throw-up feeling goes away.
We line up and get ready for “Drama Ciego.” This one’s the hardest. I’m a demon in Ciego- joy- so I’m wearing what feels like a 40-pound black jacket.
The music starts-
and then stops.
“Pauses are good,” I tell myself. “They build suspense.”
The music comes back on-
and stops again.
So Mr. Roberto gets another speaker.
It worked for 10 seconds.
He turned down the volume, and the song started playing.
It works this time, and we do great. Maybe I ran out of fake money and gave blind-folded Keri her cue too early, but other than that, totally awesome.
Marisol gives her testimony, and we get ready for the last skit, Everything. This is actually a great skit to Hillsong music.
I was worried that I would mess it up. We were improvising, so I was one of the two drunk girls. I don’t have much experience with these things, but I think we pulled it off.
After Ms. Charmai’s testimony, Tyler did the conclusion and we passed out fliers.
We told each other how good we did and talked about whether or not the people who saw the dramas cared about Jesus or not.
Even if just one person thought about Jesus and if He cared about them, it was definitely worth it.
So All May Know,
Madeline Studebaker
Madeline,
Yet again, you capture the true heart of your experience with your honesty, humor and warmth. What a lovely post! Love you!!
PS, saw a hawk, a cardinal and a woodpecker so close the other day on my run. Felt I could almost have touched each one as I came across their path. God reminded me who I pray for when I see them. Love you.