I wanted to post something really witty and clever that would make you laugh and make you think I was witty and clever but the truth is I just figured out how to work my dvd player this month and how is that witty and clever?
Mostly I am just singing Joseph songs in my head that sound really great in there and then I open my mouth and well, if Joseph could hear me I think he would be mostly glad to be sold into slavery and not have to listen to my singing. . . sigh. . .
I saw Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat on my birthday 6-ish weeks ago. You probably missed my birthday post because I didn't write it because I was just not feeling celebratory this year because who's to say that avoiding death and gaining a few pounds are great accomplishments? Anywho, my friend called on my birthday and offered me tickets to Joseph because she couldn't use them. I snatched those puppies up because that happpens to be my very favorite musical mostly because it is less than 2 hours long and the only corny songs in it are supposed to be corny.
Imagine my great surprise when the opening number started and I felt this huge building and swelling inside that pushed the moisture right out of me just like the water show at the Bellagio, only it wasn't pretty. It was mostly blubbery. I attributed this to old-age, p.m.s., and Joseph's amazingly cut abs.
But alas, when we took the kids 3 weeks later to see the show because we thought it was so awesome, the same thing happened. I was a wreck, an emotional wreck. Now I like to have a good cry, but not so much in public.
I have since analyzed my emotional state and I have a theory. This is the part where I wax all religious so I'm warning you. Anywho, when I wasn't laughing at Joseph's brothers singing silly songs about Joseph wrassling with a goat, or those Canaan days, I was moved by the power of the story. God knew Joseph. Even in his darkest hours, God had a plan. Joseph couldn't see it; I doubt he could fully imagine it. But the plan was there. And since God is no respecter of persons, this gives me great hope that God has a plan for me and for my friend in a wheelchair and for the orphans in Mexico and the lepers in India.
Redemption. Another powerful theme in Joseph. Believe you me I was feeling the love when Joseph forgave his brothers and they could escape that awful nightmare of guilt they must have lived the last several years. I never sold a sibling into slavery, but I did pin my sister to the ground and paint her entire face with peanut butter while I was babysitting. She deserved it--just like Joseph. She never told. I don't think I ever apologized. Oh, I'm sure I've done much worse. Forgiveness folks is happy news. The best kind of news. The kind of news that leaves you crying for joy in the middle of a crowded theater.