Christmas Pageant
I never knew that 2004 OVMA president Tom Keck was an actor -- that is, until last Friday evening when I attended the Rickreall Christmas Pageant with some friends.
Here's how it all began. I was innocently studying for my imminent small animal surgery test, and my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, and it turned out to be my old friend VB from John Day, OR (she is referenced here).
"Do you want to go to the Christmas pageant with us?" she queried. "We have an extra ticket..."
"Um... sure." I didn't have anything planned for the evening, and a chance to visit with VB was not to be passed up.
Almost as soon as I gave my consent, it occurred to me that pageants involve acting and that perhaps I shouldn't go. (Why? because of the set of standards I agreed to live by when I joined Hopewell MC.) However, I realized in addition that a number of people from church regularly attend Christmas pageants, and considered that the interpretation of our standards may not necessarily exclude members from attending pageants. Perhaps they are not considered part of "commercial motion pictures and theatrical events." Considering the possibility that I would not be breaching my vow by attending the event, and considering that I did not have anything personal against it, I decided to stick to my decision and go.
After work at J&J I headed north on 99W to the small town of Rickreall. My family used to live in West Salem, back in the 90's, so the Rickreall area is part of my old stomping grounds. We used to get produce from Hewitt's produce stand and drive slowly past the local dairy to look at the cows.
The pageant was held in the gym of the old Rickreall public school (which is now Jubilee Christian Academy) and firefighters directed the car parking.
I was looking through the program, waiting for the pageant to begin. I came upon the list of innkeepers, and lo and behold, Dr. Keck's name. It figured, since he has a clinic in the area — but was still a surprise. He turned out to be one of the more animated actors.
A few other comments:
It's a good thing I wasn't acting... they had live and open fire on the stage, which I in my klutziness might have transferred to my robe or sent to the floor.
Their angels were all females, which goes against my grain. I know it probably doesn't matter — angels may be genderless, anyway — but have you ever seen angels referenced by the pronoun 'she' in the Bible? Maybe I'm forgetting, but none come to mind.
It's too bad the three wisemen came to the nativity instead of waiting until Jesus was older and living in a house. Oh, well. They did a good job singing.
On a positive note, there was a donkey and a dog in the play, the sets and costumes were nicely done, and they quoted a lot of Scripture.
Here's how it all began. I was innocently studying for my imminent small animal surgery test, and my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, and it turned out to be my old friend VB from John Day, OR (she is referenced here).
"Do you want to go to the Christmas pageant with us?" she queried. "We have an extra ticket..."
"Um... sure." I didn't have anything planned for the evening, and a chance to visit with VB was not to be passed up.
Almost as soon as I gave my consent, it occurred to me that pageants involve acting and that perhaps I shouldn't go. (Why? because of the set of standards I agreed to live by when I joined Hopewell MC.) However, I realized in addition that a number of people from church regularly attend Christmas pageants, and considered that the interpretation of our standards may not necessarily exclude members from attending pageants. Perhaps they are not considered part of "commercial motion pictures and theatrical events." Considering the possibility that I would not be breaching my vow by attending the event, and considering that I did not have anything personal against it, I decided to stick to my decision and go.
After work at J&J I headed north on 99W to the small town of Rickreall. My family used to live in West Salem, back in the 90's, so the Rickreall area is part of my old stomping grounds. We used to get produce from Hewitt's produce stand and drive slowly past the local dairy to look at the cows.
The pageant was held in the gym of the old Rickreall public school (which is now Jubilee Christian Academy) and firefighters directed the car parking.
I was looking through the program, waiting for the pageant to begin. I came upon the list of innkeepers, and lo and behold, Dr. Keck's name. It figured, since he has a clinic in the area — but was still a surprise. He turned out to be one of the more animated actors.
A few other comments:
It's a good thing I wasn't acting... they had live and open fire on the stage, which I in my klutziness might have transferred to my robe or sent to the floor.
Their angels were all females, which goes against my grain. I know it probably doesn't matter — angels may be genderless, anyway — but have you ever seen angels referenced by the pronoun 'she' in the Bible? Maybe I'm forgetting, but none come to mind.
It's too bad the three wisemen came to the nativity instead of waiting until Jesus was older and living in a house. Oh, well. They did a good job singing.
On a positive note, there was a donkey and a dog in the play, the sets and costumes were nicely done, and they quoted a lot of Scripture.
posted by Claire at 17:51
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