As parents, as members of an extended family, as friends of families with little ones, or even as children grown-up, most of us remember “shows.” Children arriving in the living room where the adults are gathered, whispering excitedly to each other out of their collaboration and announcing they have “a show”—either ready to go, or in the works. Children busily at work on props or costumes or playbills. Children rehearsing lines or songs or dance moves. Children negotiating (sometimes loudly) about what should be included and what not.
“We have a show!” The news is offered with great excitement—by those secure in the significance of what they have to offer—secure in the love of those to whom they issue their invitation. And it’s news that’s received with great joy and anticipation by those who revel in the “actors” more than anything said “actors” might do. And so the activities commence.
Not a bad image through which to consider worship. Less about the specifics or the skill—the style, and so much more about the excitement of the possibility—about the collaborating—the enthusiasm that drives the busyness of prepating bulletins and prayers, rehearsing music and negotiating (sometimes loudly) about what should be included and what not—so much more about the love from which the show comes and into which it is received.