In the 1990s before God called me to work with refugees and immigrants, I was involved with drama ministry at my church. My first monologue performance on a Sunday morning turned out to be quite an adventure.
The Friday before my Sunday morning performance, I injured my hand and wrist and went to the ER. I spent the rest of that day and Saturday staying at home taking pain pills. Sunday morning came and I went to church.
My character was a person who had just left a funeral of a friend who died in a car accident. I did a little ad lib and made it that he died in a car I was driving hence the splint on my hand and wrist.
It never occurred to me to ask to reschedule even though I was in pain. I did not take a pain pill before my performance because I did not want to forget my lines. I was in two worship services. After my second performance, I went home, iced down my hand and wrist, and took a pain pill.
I went to the doctor’s office the next day for a follow up from my ER visit. My doctor, a nurse, and two office people went to my church at the time and all said the same thing, “I thought the splint was only a prop.”
I shared with the worship pastor that I thought I would throw up during my performance but didn’t. He said, “that would have been an interesting prop.”
Before each performance, I prayed and asked God to carry me through it and use it to his glory. He gave me the strength to make it through and he anointed it for his purposes.
In our weakness he is strong as Paul wrote in 2 Corinthians 12:
“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
So many times in my life I have found that to be so true. God’s power revealed through my weakness physically.
I am glad, however, that I did not throw up on the stage. 🙂
Thank you for reading. God Bless.