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Life As A Swing: How Theatre Prepped Me For Ministry In A Pandemic

In most theatrical productions--particularly large format musicals--the cast consists ofleads--those who are featured the most in a showensemble members--those who support the show tremendously, providing vocals, wonderful dancing, and often, facilitating set changesunderstudies-- those who are the next in line for lead roles should the performer call out sick or have an important engagement that forces them to miss a show. Usually, understudies are also in the ensemble, so they learn their ensemble track and the lead rolestandbys--those who understudy a very prominent role in the show that's usually the lead or a major supporting character. Many times, the standbys are not in the ensemble. They just cover that one lead track and are to be at the theatre during the entire show or within 15-30 minutes of the theatre should they need to go on at a moment's noticeAnd finally, the swings
No. No, I didn't say swingers😎 ... though, I mean, nothing's wrong with that. To each …

I Am My Brother

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I Am My Brother -Inspired by a quest for justice, self love, and identity.
They see us and stare and try to compare "How on earth could they share the same DNA?""You're not like them...," they say; But I am my brother. I am my sister too.
The roads that we took were awfully the same. One ended in pleasure, the other in pain.  But we share the same blood, the same history;  For every life that's destroyed, I think to myself,  "that could've been me;" for I am my brother. I am my sister too.
I've heard it said by quite a few, "That hoodie you wear doesn't match your IQ." Since when were we judged by the clothes on our backs? Since when does your bias determine my black?
My black is your black, like whips on the backs of my ancestry. Legacy born in the shacks of the southern most shores-- created the doors, polished the floors so that we could rest

Dream No More

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This morning I dreamt of GentillyThe boulevard with willow trees The nonexistent summer breeze that met its death one August morn I woke up in a panic For all I knew was washed away The mist of night the heat of day Our death was met too soon
The gumbo colored waters of the Mississippi shores The symbols showing signs of death graffitied on the doors
I dreamt of highways in the sky And bones above the ground The sounds  around and stench of life no more No breath is to be found
And then I freeze Amidst the nonexistent breeze I wipe the sweat away Or is it tears? I fear my body crying Begging me to  Dream no more Say dream no more The nightmare is a-knockin' on your door