Photos from the Faith Summer Drama Troup Performance of "There's a Carnival on 8th Street"
Thanks to Mrs. Sara Glaser for taking all these photos while we were on stage! :)
Scene 2:
Tackle and SteamRoll
(along with a
Veggie Tales song)
Larry the Cucumber ... "Oh where is my hairbrush?!"
Pa Grape ... "I think I saw a hairbrush back there!"
The Youth Group witnessing to Kim.
Scene 3: Don't Laugh at Me
"Don't laugh at me
Give me a break
Don't get your kicks from my heartaches
We all have sinned
We've made mistakes
But God forgives for Jesus' sake
Don't laugh at me."
Scene 3.5: Seeds
Peter and Trina...
"What are these? Old brochures?"
"They're tracts, Dear."
Peter, Trina, and Rob... "Could you youngsters give me a
hand?"
The Face Painter ... "To people like Rob, witnessing can't
just consist of some Bible verses shoved down his throat. He's a
practical man. Never had much use for the Bible since he
considers it some sort of Jewish history book, but I'm betting
that he would have a use for a life-changing faith. He would
listen if someone told him about their experience of following
Christ, and showed him how the Christian faith affects them with
their actions."
"Hey, you know what? I've been watching you these last
couple of years we've worked together. You're always so, I don't
know, joyful. And you're always willing to help me. Why is that?"
(Rob)
"Well, Rob, it's because of my relationship with God. I'd be
just as depressed and just as self-centered as everyone else if I
didn't have Jesus in my heart giving me joy and reminding me to
be helpful." (Face Painter)
Scene 4: Maze
Katelyn and Jim ... "Right you did. And how did you come by
this knowledge, Oh-great-wise-Rose?"
Pan ... meditating and looking for her spirit guide to help her
out of the maze.
Youth group witnessing to Pan ...
"Christians are the most intolerant and hypocritical bunch
of people I've ever met. They say they're all about love, but all
I've ever heard from them are judgement and condemnation. You say
that your belief is the only way. How arrogant is that? I believe
every way of belief is correct. No one is more right than the
other. I tolerate those who don't believe like I do. Christians
never do." (Pan)
"Did she just insult us? How can you stand there and attack
Christianity with all the stuff you do? How can you judge us as
bad when you aren't even trying to be good?" (Jim)
"What is bad? What is good? At least I don't say that I'm
sober when I'm really drunk. At least I don't pretend to be
faithful to someone when I'm having an affair with someone else.
At least I'm honest with myself and others about what I do. I
don't say one thing and do another." (Pan)
"But your arguments aren't holding water, either. How can
your system of belief be true? If you say every other system of
belief is equally correct, then that includes belief that say
your system of belief is false. So your system disproves itself.
Christians have a lot of problems it's true. We're no less human
than you are, and having problems is human. We all have problems."
(Rose)
Sold to the Man in White
"There once was a man named Mee, who stood on the auction
block of Hell. Demonic hordes laughed cruelly as a whip cracked
and he fell."
The demon "Flesh" and Satan.
"Then the stranger, whose name was Jesus, love streaming
from His face, freed mee from all of his bonds, and calmly took
His place."
"And Mee just knelt there, trembling, in awe of the Love and
Grace, that caused his God and Savior, to die in what was his
place."
Scene 5: Conclusion
"Shhh, bwe
vewwwwwwwwy vewwwwwy qwiet. We'ew hunting mowses"
Youth group
reporting to Larry and Janet on the day's witnessing attempts.
Rose washing the Searcher's feet
Curtain Call ... The cast singing "Rescue the Perishing"
Chris Ferwalt, giving some closing comments.
The Cast and Crew
Our great tech guys--Aaron and Brandon. They do a wonderful job!
Our wonderful, and dearly loved, directors and playwrites: Aaron
Wilkinson, Chris Ferwalt, Katrina Wilkinson, and Jane Haase.
The poem "Sold to the Man in White" is written and copyright by Aaron Wilkinson.