Is it Type Casting to Have a Pregnant Woman Play a Barn Door?

It has been at least 5 years (maybe 6) since I have done any acting at all apart from general cutting the fool and the occasional dramatic reenactment for my children. Nevertheless, this week I will once again tread the boards. Okay. I’ll be on carpet.

I am participating in an on-campus production of the children’s story “Click-Clack-Moo” produced by one of the students of the Children’s Literature class. Two male students are playing the cows. One male student is playing the Farmer. Two children of another student are playing a duck and a chicken. And the pregnant woman is playing the barn door – who is also the narrator. Today was our first practice.

In all seriousness, I had a surprisingly good time standing between two fake cows and a fake farmer passing fake notes between them. It’s not Broadway, but I had forgotten how much I enjoyed acting. Just a little bit of serendipity in my life. We perform our minimalist production of Click-Clack-Moo on Saturday afternoon, if you care to see the barn door performance of a life time.

How Will Ferrell Gave Me Doctrinal Perspective

I’ve wondered for years why most Christmas music makes my skin crawl.  Then yesterday, in church, as we were singing, “Come and worship, come and worship, worship Christ the newborn King,” this quote from Talladega Nights: the Ballad of Ricky Bobby popped into my head.

Ricky: Dear Tiny, Infant, Jesus…
Carley: Hey, um, sweetie, Jesus did grow up. You don’t always have to call him baby. It’s a bit odd and off-puttin’ to pray to a baby.
Ricky: Look, I like the Christmas Jesus best . . .

It was sad in a funny sort of a way in a secular movie (that I’m not necessarily endorsing, by the way) but it’s just sad in the church.  I don’t know about you, but I don’t worship a newborn baby.