As the team worked on the play, I watched with a friend from the sidelines. We had a copy of the script in our hands. As we followed the lines and direction, a running dialogue started to develop between us. It was a mix of affirmation and critical commentary.
“Perfect transition. I never get that right.”
“It looks good. I often struggle with that part as well.”
“Are you sure that is correct?”
“Not according to my script.”
“Should we say something?”
“I do not think so; this is not a big deal.”
Later, there was a moment of uncertainty. Those with parts looked to the Director as he puzzled over the lines. As we read the piece, the answer was clear.”
“The script says the answer is – ”
“There is only one Director of this stage.”
“But the script says –“
“Let me remind you; there is only one Director of this stage.”
As I hushed and reflected, I realized it was just a play. I was not the playwright. I was definitely not the director or producer. Other than being an observer, I had no role to play. Even more importantly, I trusted the director. His commitment, knowledge, and insight were beyond question. He has consistently delivered what we had needed in the past.
As I watched the actors gather round, an old Psalm came to mind; “You [God] come, and they gather around; you open your hand and they eat from it.” (Psalm 104.28)
As I relaxed and let things flow, the wisdom and purpose of his perspective became more and more clear. The intent of his direction was clear. The purpose of his instruction could be felt and understood. As things came into focus, the wisdom was tangible.
I look back and realize the experience on that evening was unique. I readily acknowledge that it was not consistent with what I understood but what came from letting go and being was as much or even more than I had expected on first reading. When everything was complete, I was a believer.
