It’s the end of the school year, and between our two sons and their involvement in both choir and band, we’ve found ourselves spending quite a bit of time in the high school auditorium.
I love these concerts. To sit for an evening and watch and listen to young people share their gifts in an amazing experience. And in addition to watching Nathan and Samuel, I’ve loved seeing all of the Trinity kids showing what they’ve learned about music.
One week, we were there for a jr. high concert. Just a couple of weeks later, we experienced the high school play “Nooses Off,” a hilarious comedy. Shortly after that we were at the a high school music concert. Over these few weeks, I found myself paying attention to the auditorium…the space itself. I found myself thinking about the massive transition that had taken place in just a few weeks. First choir risers, then a giant, two-story set for the play, and then a set for a concert band.
I started to think about all of the different times and ways that theater had been set up over its lifespan. How many people had been through there? How many musicians, directors and actors had crossed that stage? How many different works of music and stories had been told from that stage in the last (almost) century? It reminds me that when our boys are on the stage with their choir or band, they are a part of something much larger than themselves.
Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us… – Hebrews 12:1
As people of faith, we live in the midst of a story. It is a story that has been told for thousands and thousands of years. It is the story of God at work in the world, redeeming God’s people, empowering the church and sending us into the world to serve. It is almost overwhelming to think of all the different ways and places that the story…our story…has been told. Over campfires, in temples, synagogues and then churches. At the kitchen table, in rocking chairs, and at the bedside. And for 96 years, the story has been told at Trinity.
God’s story has been told everywhere, yes by pastors, but also by parents and grandparents, Godparents, uncles, aunts and friends.
God’s story continues. And though our part in it may seem short in the scheme of things, that doesn’t mean that it’s any less significant than the names that we have read or heard about all of our lives: Moses…Abraham…David…Mary…Peter…Paul…and so on. Realize that wherever you go, you are a part of God’s story, and that God is working through you.