For my playdate this week I went to see a local production of Fiddler on the Roof. I wasn’t planning this as a playdate with God. I rather wanted a friend to share the experience with. But as the time approached it became clear that I would have to go alone or not go at all. I was feeling lonely and sorry for myself and almost decided not to go when I felt that familiar tugging on my heart.
God wanted this to be our time.
So I let my heart be quiet and drove the highway to the theater and sat alone in row R, seat 116 next to the elderly couple who had hearing problems. I always cry at theatrical productions, no matter what the show. Something about the lights going down, the ancient roots of this art, the beauty of a story played out this way … it grips me deep in my spirit. I sat in silent expectation, holding the hand of God.
Though I’m familiar with the story, and the music even, I’ve never seen Fiddler on the Roof acted out; so it was very fresh and new to me. Our local acting guild has some talented artists and the gentleman who played Tevye captured my heart immediately. And when the cast sang Sabbath Prayer and lit the candles? I was moved to tears. Even this little representation of this holy celebration filled my heart with longing.
It’s a story of a father’s love, of children making hard choices, the challenges of dealing with change, and trusting God. As the curtain lowered on Tevye and his family leaving their beloved home of Anatevka, it struck me how often we are all called to a new place, a new country.
God spoke to me in the story, in the music, in the crowd and their responses. I could tell you what he said, but maybe you should listen for yourself? When was the last time you heard God’s voice speak through art? Oh, my, it’s so lovely.
As I drove home alone from the play, the sun was beginning to lower herself in the western sky. The threads of pinks and golden hues looked to me like a chuppah, a marriage canopy. I was covered with love and felt this promise anew: You will never be alone.
Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us: