Awesome!

There were a couple of technical glitches, as with any big production, and that's what I wanted to talk about today.

One of the scenes was supposed to have a black light shining on it àla Fighting Gravity, the almost winner of America's Got Talent this year. For this scene, some people were dressed all in white and some were dressed all in black. The props were painted neon red, orange, and green.



If the black light had worked, it would have been awesome, too. But it didn't work. So, someone put on a regular spot light. Instead of blending into the shadows, the folks dressed all in black were very visible. They were lifting the white-costumed people, and juggling with balls that were on long, black sticks. It was comical.

But they didn't stop.

Everything that they did, the lifts, the flips, the 'jazz hands' were all choreographed with the understanding that the audience wouldn't be seeing the folks in black. But we COULD see them.

I felt so bad for them. And, I giggled.

But they didn't stop.

Somebody should have stopped them. Somebody should have stepped up and said, "Oops!" or "Let's try that one more time." But the entire troop just kept on doing what they'd been trained to do even though the magic was gone and the effect had been lost.

It reminded me of church. It reminded me of 'having the form of godliness' long after the power has gone out. It reminded me of traditions that keep going ... and going ... and going.

Unfortunately, there are some churches that won't admit that they are not relevant to their surroundings. They go through the motions thinking that they are the latest thing since sliced bread, when those who are watching are not really impressed. The spectators are actually embarrassed for them, and they can't help but giggle to themselves as they watch the show being performed for their sakes.

But the Light's not right.

The effect has been lost.

So why won't they stop?