I recently applied to be an extra
on a TV series, and I was called. The show was set in the American Colonial
period. I was cast as a well-to-do English gent, sitting at a cozy table in a
small Tavern with three other folks. None of us had previously met. Our job,
along with a room full of other extras, was to silently pantomime a
conversation, providing the visual background for the principal actors. So
there we were, eye to eye, reading each other’s faces, reacting, interacting.
Acting. Then after the "Cut!" command from the director, we could all
relax and have a laugh or two, quietly, until we heard "Rolling!
Background!" At which time we'd start again; and again, and again. Then when
we heard, "That's a wrap!" it was time to go home, possibly never to
see each other again. Other than our names, we hadn't exchanged anything
meaningful. Or had we? I miss them.
There may be someone out there, that will cross your path, that
needs to hear your words of hope. But first, they need you, just you, a Christ
filled, warm blooded human being. They are a lost child.
Matthew 10:42 KJV
"And whosoever shall give to drink unto one of these little
ones a cup of cold water
only in the name of a disciple, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose