10 May 2006

 

An evening of theatre and niçoise

Mental Note: A blog does not write itself. :)

The past month and a half has been a busy blur of exams, Easter, work, a new semester of school, more work and squeezing in a bit of a social life. Although I can't remember what happened on individual days, I've got a good feeling about them as a whole.

What I really want to talk about is last Saturday night. Joe and I were looking for something to do, so we opened the Ottawa X-Press (http://www.ottawaxpress.ca/) and read about "Bigger Than Jesus" (look here: http://www.ottawaxpress.ca/stage/stage.aspx?iIDArticle=9080 and here: http://www.biggerthanj.com/).

Bigger than Jesus is a one act play co-written by and starring Rick Miller of MacHomer fame. It takes a look at Christianity with humour, sincerity and pop cultural props (a Jesus action figure, plastic army men, a Homer Simpson pez dispenser and star wars action figures make up part of the last supper).

Two Memorable Bits:

- Air Jesus, where Jesus is an airline steward, answering prayers on flights. He visits a woman on a plane that is about to crash. When it crashes, the sound goes on for an almost uncomfortable length of time while images, snapshots, memories flash on a screen behind Rick Miller who is on his knees with sand falling from the ceiling into his hands. Very powerful.

- The gospel of the preacher talks about how people's souls are asleep and he was there to shake them up, wake them up. He talked about sharing yourself and your passion for life and never staying still or settling in a rut. The spirit of the character was infectious and I want to carry that with me from now on.

It was so inventive and inspiring on many levels. Inspiring in a spiritual sense and also in a, 'wow, this man co-wrote this and now he is performing it for us. this sort of thing can happen if you work at it!' sorta way.

Joe and I drove home in silence as we remembered and absorbed what we had just seen. If it was a dvd, I'd watch parts of it every day. :)

Good night/Bon nuit,

Erika.

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