Help-Meeting

Sheesh.  Who knew when they asked you "Better, or worse; sickness or health: richer or poorer?" they also meant:  Are you willing to act in amateur dramas on Sunday afternoons in front of strangers?

 My husband is taking a class in the process of becoming a Deacon in the Catholic Church.  They have studied The Book of Job, and each class member has to do some Parish presentation on this book - and so we will do an adapted play.


I am Job's wife.  Who, after losing all of her ten children (seven sons and three daughters) in a ghastly wind storm, she is ready to give it all up and wants to simply die too.  My one line: 'Are you still clinging to your innocence?  Curse God and die!'  It's not an easy line.  I don't want to say it as if I'm trying to curse my husband to death as well.

Yet, it is a time of anguish and pain.  Unexplained.  As so much of our human pain is.

I'm hoping to overcome my embarrassment and stage-fright, and simply storm the stage, cry out the lines, and make a dramatic exit.

Would that all my life tasks were so short and with such clear stage directions.  As well as an excuse to shake my fist at the powers that be, and holler out loud.

It's not my usual schtick, but I think I'll give it a try.

Wish me luck - or break-a-leg.  Or something.

*Update* Here we are, just learned that we lost everything - including our 10 children!