December 9, 2007--Night two of the play

Last night was the second night of the play. Some things were better, some things not as good. The mic situation went a lot better. Everyone got their microphones on time, and things went pretty well. We did, however, have some problems with the dances, the costumes, and the props. In the country dance, there's this one part where I do a little jump and my partner catches me and spins me around, and my leg is sticking out, and we were all just a little too close together and I hit another girl with my leg. In another dance, another girl lost her shoe (same dance as last night, different girl). The most embarrasing, but funniest mishap, was during the hippie dance. I wear this long blonde wig, and I have it tied on pretty tightly with a headband, but towards the end of the dance where we throw our heads down and then back up dramatically, my hair ended up on the floor in front of me. I picked it up and finished up the dance holding my wig in my hand, and then made a quick exit. I didn't bother rejoining the scene--I figured there was no way I was going to be able to get back into the mood of an angry war protest when I was laughing about losing my hair. Everyone still enjoyed it, though. There was a lot of laughter over the funny lines, and I think the play gets funnier each night, too. People just keep adding their own things to it. We are having a lot of freezing rain, though, which is putting a damper on the crowds. We had sold out last night, but there were several empty spaces. There are still tickets available tonight, but they already took out some of the tables because they don't think they are going to have a very big crowd. The Sunday morning service was very sparsely attended. Our choir looked more like an ensemble. We're also hoping Joy will be feeling better before tonight. There's been a stomach bug going around the church, and a lot of the kids have been getting it. It's not a terrrible bug, it's over in less than a day, but all of our kids except Jay have had it. Usually one per day, and being better by the end of the day. Last night Sarah was sick in the middle of the night. She came to our bedroom door to ask for prayer, because she felt like throwing up. I told her if she needed to throw up, she should go to the bathroom and throw up and wait to pray until afterwards. She didn't make it. I was up at 2:15 last night mopping the bathroom floor. I was quite irritated at her for coming for prayer first instead of going to the bathroom first. I guess they'll be good Pentecostals, anyway, always turning to God first for everything.