They come from everywhere and that’s the way
it’s always been. One drives 30 minutes
from Renton, one comes from West Seattle (South End even). One comes from a mile away. Where are they going? What are they doing? They’re going to the Shorecrest Performing
Arts Center to perform in “(Not your Mom’s) HMS Pinafore.”
And this is just these two weeks of
performances, not the many miles spent driving to two different rehearsal
locations and the hours upon hours of rehearsing at home and singing the same songs
over and over and over…again.
My brother played soccer into his 50’s but his
body has finally told him to stop.
PLEASE!
My mother paints.
Miriam works on scrapbook pages.
I stage manage play productions and I write,
too, on occasion – even more than an annoying Lenten blog.
People will write these things off as a “hobby”
or an “interest” or a “sport” or something.
That, my friends, undercuts what we’re truly doing and that is feeding
our very souls.
I mean, what else is the answer in terms of time
and energy and money? What could they
possible get out of it? Countless hours
away from loved ones. Feeding a gas pump
like it’s a slot machine. Stress,
pressure, angst. Frustration.
Why else do we do this?
Certainly people can psychoanalyze and come up
with some basic reasoning as to why people take on tasks that provide little or
no reward. I mean it’s not like my
brother is being slipped $50 for keeping a ball out of a net for 90 minutes. And, sure, there could be some terms of level
of satisfaction that people get when a job is complete – Miriam’s scrap book
pages are amazing works of art – truly.
But I honestly think that we do these things to
connect with our very soul. That, deep
down, we need these things (whatever your thing is) to touch a part of us that
is possibly unexplainable.
So I ask you during this 2016 Lenten season: What are you doing to feed your soul?
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