We picked parts for my church's passion play on Sunday. It's called the Living Stations of the Cross. I'm a junior this year, so I was hoping for a good part, like Mary Magdelene, Pilate's wife, or Mary, wife of Clopas, or Mary, mother of John... or even a flash back Mary (we have a LOT of Marys) but I look nothing like the girl who got the part of Mary, my friend Heather. She'll love it that she can hold the baby Jesus at the beginning (we start with the presentation in the temple- there's a flashback when Jesus dies and two girls stand with a baby doll and the kid who played 12 year old Jesus... I can't do the 12 year old Jesus flashback- I'm 4'9" and not only is my friend like 6 ft tall, but the kid playing 12 year old Jesus is taller than me...yeah, I'd look real motherly.) So anyway, I was hoping for a part where I get to do a lot of crying, since according to Elli, I'm really really good at fake crying (who knew?)
Yeah. I'm a serving girl. I get a towel chucked at my face (if I'm lucky) and I stand there with a straight face.This should be interesting
Well guess what? It's that time of year again! Living Stations. And I am a senior, which means I'm guaranteed a good part.
But before I get into the goodies of this year, I wanted to comment on my disappointment with last year. My freshman year I was a weeping woman. When I was a sophomore, I was the first girl to play the newly added part of the prophetess Anna (see presentation in the temple above). My junior year I was a servant girl. Not big parts at all. As a weeping woman, I went up to Jesus during the 8th station and cried. As Anna, I basically knelt and prayed, and watched Mary and Joseph leave with the baby. As a servant girl, I gave a cup to Pilate to drink out of. That's it. But that's not to say that I didn't have a very big part. Every year (and I've been doing this since 6th grade-I was in the crowd) I've come up with a story.
Freshman Year: I was Leehi, a pregnant weeping woman. Here's my backstory.
Sophomore Year: Anna, the prophetess. When we fastforwarded 33 years, I changed my headscarf and took of the creepy grey braid wig and became Anna's granddaughter by the same name, also gifted with prophecy. I knew what was going to happen. I'd seen it coming, but kept it to myself. I was dreading the inevitable. I had a story written for it, but I never typed it. I don't know where it is.
Junior Year: Terentia Octavia Camilla of Rome, aka Lira. I actually looked up how Romans were named so I could get an accurate name. I wanted to switch the cup I held out for a lyre we had from when we did the David skits for VBS. They never let me, but I kept Lira as my nickname. I was a simple Roman girl who could care less what could happen to a Hebrew "Messiah." But a miracle changed my heart. You can read Lira's story here.
Well this year, I dropped my name in the hat for Mary Magdalene, because I love her story, and Mary, because, as a senior, I could, and why not? (How we pick parts: you get two pieces of paper, write your name on them, and put them in the bowl for the character(s) you want. The leaders then pray [so do you out while you watch last year's show on DVD] and pick one out of the bowl)
Guess what? I'm Mary. The Mary. Yeah. I'm praying the rosary on my way to school now...praying that I do her justice. I'm not worried about the acting, but I should get my prayer life together if I'll be portraying the mother of God. And ironically, this is the first "lead" role I've ever gotten in my life. I'm so excited and so happy. I was totally not expecting to be Mary AT ALL.
In other news, why I've not blogged in forevers:
We'll be performing it February 8th. And my laptop's dying, which means I should go to sleep. G'night.
