What can you tell the water about the ocean?
What can you teach a cloud about the sky? What can you tell a rainbow that it doesn’t know of colors? How can you teach a teardrop how to cry?
What would you say to birds about a sunset? What would you teach a child about a grin? What can to tell a friend that your smile can’t say by silence? Is there just some way to say it new again?
The water is a part of the ocean.. The clouds are at one with the sky.. The rainbow gave birth to all the pretty colors. The teardrop began in the eye…
And birds are at home in the sunset… Children keep on grinning every day. And friends…precious friends who have one great friend in common Know something that’s beyond what words can say.
So would you simply take my look of silence.. Would you take my quiet touch of my hand… Would you know that simply being with you in these special times of quiet Say more than anyone could understand?
(Logan)… One week performing his Catfish on a Riverboat…another week kneeling with me at an altar … apologizing for everything but the weather … a heart much too big for his small body. (Hope) This hyper girl from Ashland who showed up at her first traveling theatre rehearsal, confused and spastic…then relaxing and simply becoming ..redefined the word “Hope” (Brad)… Showing up for his first audition, quiet, polite, a true professional. Trading unbelieving glances with me during Follies rehearsals. Setting the gold standard in theatre for all of us. (Cathy) Always looking at me as if she’s just done something wrong. More at home on stage than in her own living room. Pushing herself harder and further than any director ever could. With the ability to set a stage afire. (Barb) A giggling little Jr. High blonde who always assumes someone made a mistake in casting her. Traveling from store to store with her little black friends at Christmas… Never ..ever..giving a thought about herself…giving, giving, giving. (Jonna) And although I don’t know where her mind is at times…I know that her heart is on the stage. Out of it once the clock strikes nine, but when the stage lights come up, a talent that few of us can realize yet…especially her. (Hannah) And so this little girl took the stage in second grade holding Luke Crawford’s big hand and something happened when the lights came on..they’ve never gone off… A heart for performing that’s only surpassed by her heart for Christ. (Roger) So this guy calls me up and say, “I’ve got a play about King David.” I tell him that’s nice.. 10 shows later..still never an argument…always an appreciation for each other’s talents.. and who knows what’s coming next? (Brennan) It’s hard to concentrate on lights when your heart is burning to be on the stage. But he does. And faithful. And confused. And so totally…good…moral…. Trustworthy… And just getting started. (Silas) Sometimes it’s hard to be a demolition derby driver, a paintballer, a lover… and still watch all the sound cues. But when he hugs you and says, “I love you man,” you know he means it. The loving little boy sometimes wins out over the stud. (Laura) Eight hours is a long time to spend alone in a car with a girl you hardly know. … unless it’s a girl who has her head together.. who doesn’t let the world set her goals… who manages to feel her way through teenage friendships without ever tripping. (Jess) I guess it breaks concentration when you sneak up to an actress before her entrance and tell her you love her, but sometimes you just can’t help it. Even loving when her eyes are filled with tears. Someday…someday…realizing, “Hey…I am really something.” (Annie) Schitzophrenic .. banker, student, servant… then she hits the stage and the most magical change happens… The girl of a thousand faces. (Carrie) 200 days? Grew mature long before her time…wisdom not what it’s cracked up to be..sometimes it hurts. (Travis) Golfing on dry Wisconsin courses, watching campers perform from the back of the auditorium, the Travis and God performances, hugging my good friend on a very dark day… and sometimes asking a very precious question… “Just how are you doing?” (Grant) Spastic doesn’t even come close to the round little fellow who showed up for auditions long ago. Watching his voice define him. Struggling through “Anything you can do” with Stanberry. A fish completely out of water when off the stage. But still…maintaining his innocence… his humility..his genuine love for others. (Michael) And he comes at you with that bear hug and you’re engulfed… Okay, I’ve never understood his peddle pushers and tank tops, but he’s Michael and that’s plenty good for me. An absolute force of nature when it comes to organizing theatre classes..the terror of every school administrator. ..and one of God’s best soldiers. (Charlie) Where is Charlie this year? I have no idea. I just know he’ll be to practice early. Some march to a different drummer. Charlie has a whole orchestra. And it makes a music sweeter than most of us will ever know.
What would you say to birds about a sunset? What would you teach a child about a grin? What can to tell a friend that your smile can’t say by silence? Is there just some way to say it new again?
Lord let us love by just our presence… Let a smile speak more than words can say Let a touch be just enough to show my love in silence Make me worthy of my friends, I pray.