PUSH

I went back to my home church today. I haven't been there since Christmastime, but I had been told, "You can't miss this service." The service in question started with the music as usual, but Pastor did not give the sermon. Instead, a group called Push Physical Theater took the stage. Push is an interesting concept. Imagine a street mime in a large city coming together with other mimes, and forming a group that is one part Pilobolus, one part Shoestring Players. They are incredibly expressive, evoking the mental image precisely as the real thing appears, have incredible trust for each other, and are incredibly physically fit.

While it was a struggle for me to get there (it took all of Jack's efforts plus a small miracle to get me out of bed this morning), and a struggle for me to be there, I really felt that even though I was not able to experience it without a struggle, it was still important that I be there and see/hear the actors' message.

I'd love to share my impression of the message, as it struck me, but I can't. It is too personal. But it revealed a lot of thing about myself, and in a sense, showed me a little bit of who I am.

I cried on the way home. I'm not who I want to be.