Missing the crowds


I’m so excited. Marti and I have tickets to see Hershey Felder perform Monsieur Chopin tomorrow night at the local theater. Felder is an incredible talent who has created a number of one-man shows where he dons the clothes, the accent and the character of a classical piano composer and spends an evening with his audience talking about his loves and losses in life, interspersed with brilliant renderings of his most famous works. We’ll be basically spending the evening with a very talkative Chopin at the piano. So far, we’ve gotten to know Mozart this way, as well as Beethoven, Brahms, and Claude Debussy. And coming up after Monsieur Chopin is the Russian composer, Sergei Rachmaninoff. I’m really looking forward to that one.

It’s actually going to be a great weekend because Friday I’ve got tickets to see the Orioles play the Angels at Anaheim Stadium, and Saturday, we’re taking our grandkids to Legoland.

Wait a minute. I’m dreaming aren’t I? I just saw Hershey Felder pop up on my calendar alert for tomorrow night and I guess I just drifted off into Neverland for a few minutes. Actually none of this is happening because, as you know, it’s all been canceled. It really makes you wonder what it’s going to feel like to sit with a crowd again in a theater, or a stadium, or a church building, or go to an amusement park, or visit the shops at the mall.

“Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ’till it’s gone,” sang Joni Mitchell, and how true it is.

Of all the gatherings I missed the most, it was the three spring training games I had tickets for that got canceled in March. There’s nothing quite like a spring training baseball crowd. The games don’t count; you don’t even get to see that much of your favorite players because the starters play only five innings. The rest of the game is up to the no-name minor leaguers who are fighting for two or three open spots on the roster. So you’re really watching for the pure love of the game, and the crowd is in a festive mood and almost everybody likes to chat. You’re basically watching major league players in a minor league setting. Instead of a small city of 45,000 people, there’s roughly 6,000 in a stadium that feels kind of like sandlot ball in comparison.

What are we missing in having events like this cut out of our lives? We’re missing a degree of identification with the flow of humanity. We’re isolated … alone. We don’t feel part of something bigger. We feel like we’re all there is. It’s like we all became narcissistic overnight. Are you tired of yourself yet? I’m tired of me.

The exception to this is The Catch with online church on Sunday night and our International Bible Study on Wednesdays (tonight at 6:00 p.m. PDT via Zoom). These are virtual experiences of being in a group with everything but shaking hands and hugging. We’ve been able to study the word together, pray for each other, confess our faults, share our fears, and virtually love each other through cyberspace. It’s a lifeline not only with the Lord and each other, but with our shared humanity. You need this. I need this. Don’t miss it. Join us tonight by clicking here a few minutes before the hour so we can start on time.


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1 Response to Missing the crowds

  1. Elizabeth says:

    Ain’t it the truth! Thank you for introducing Hershey Felder, had not heard of him before. I sure hope he goes on the road & comes to Reno when things open up again. And can’t wait for the days we can meet for church in person, and my local professional societies start their monthly meetings again, and we can have our across-the-street neighbors over for dinner and our community theaters start performing again and, and, and. Yes I’m tired of me! Thank goodness my husband is not tired of me!

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