Two Small Coins

So we just finished a set of studies about finances in our regular church service. At the end, one of our pastors, Ray Armstrong, gave a dollar coin to each person to decide between us and God what it meant. Jon gave me his to look after and I put them both in my hand bag after feeling both valued and responsible to do something with these – even if they remain a symbol of something more.
Fast-forward to this morning – almost a month later. My study this morning was from Luke 19:11-28. The parable of the ten minas.

 

11 While they were listening to this, he went on to tell them a parable, because he was near Jerusalem and the people thought that the kingdom of God was going to appear at once. 12 He said: “A man of noble birth went to a distant country to have himself appointed king and then to return. 13 So he called ten of his servants and gave them ten minas.[a] ‘Put this money to work,’ he said, ‘until I come back.’
14 “But his subjects hated him and sent a delegation after him to say, ‘We don’t want this man to be our king.’
15 “He was made king, however, and returned home. Then he sent for the servants to whom he had given the money, in order to find out what they had gained with it.
16 “The first one came and said, ‘Sir, your mina has earned ten more.’
17 “‘Well done, my good servant!’ his master replied. ‘Because you have been trustworthy in a very small matter, take charge of ten cities.’
18 “The second came and said, ‘Sir, your mina has earned five more.’
19 “His master answered, ‘You take charge of five cities.’
20 “Then another servant came and said, ‘Sir, here is your mina; I have kept it laid away in a piece of cloth. 21 I was afraid of you, because you are a hard man. You take out what you did not put in and reap what you did not sow.’
22 “His master replied, ‘I will judge you by your own words, you wicked servant! You knew, did you, that I am a hard man, taking out what I did not put in, and reaping what I did not sow? 23 Why then didn’t you put my money on deposit, so that when I came back, I could have collected it with interest?’
24 “Then he said to those standing by, ‘Take his mina away from him and give it to the one who has ten minas.’
25 “‘Sir,’ they said, ‘he already has ten!’
26 “He replied, ‘I tell you that to everyone who has, more will be given, but as for the one who has nothing, even what they have will be taken away. 27 But those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them—bring them here and kill them in front of me.’”
28 After Jesus had said this, he went on ahead, going up to Jerusalem.

Luke 19:11-28 New International Version (NIV)

 

I thought back to the two coins and got them out of my handbag – from being put away wrapped in cloth. Hmm – didn’t look so good for me then! What is the point of keeping them even as a symbol if I never even see them? I got them out and looked at them.
They each have a picture of a past president of the USA on them. One is James Madison – the “Father of the Constitution,” who did amazing things for the country as a founding father. The other is John Tyler, whose most significant act appears to be that he became President because another President, William Henry Harrison died. Two very different stories but both Presidents and both with their picture on a coin. We all have a story to tell regardless of how “important” it may seem. I’ll get back to that later. On the back of each coin is the same picture: the Statue of Liberty. In Christ, we all have freedom and it is Christ who is most significant. I don’t want to go too far with this picture as it’s Christ I choose to serve, not money!
We have been entrusted with the kingdom of God through Jesus and our responsibility is to tell others about him. IF what he did is so radical and so important how can I stay quiet about it? I thought about the coins and how I could use them for God’s Kingdom – thinking about earlier texts in the book of Luke which talk about using money as a servant for the Kingdom of God rather than having money as your master – because you cannot have two masters. I thought about seeing how many tracts I could buy for two dollars and discounted this idea because I have tracts and rarely if ever give them out – most are so cheesy and I think people respond better to personal testimony. I thought about giving the money away to someone begging in the streets but thought that was too easy and wondered what the Kingdom value of that is. Two bucks won’t buy much for a person who has no access to a kitchen to prepare food. I could give it away when I go have a coffee with a friend, but then I seem nice without actually having put in any effort myself and I should use other money for that. I thought about a micro-business (super-micro); what if I invest in two dollars’ worth of something and sell it for a profit and channel that back into the church for missions – using the money as a servant for the kingdom? That is not something I have time to invest in right now though. I could just do what the timid and lazy man was told he could have done and put it on deposit – ie put it back into the collection at church. But I don’t want to be a bare-minimum Christian. These coins were entrusted to us and they are to me symbolic of the deposit Jesus has given to us. He has chosen to partner with me for some reason in the important work of the Kingdom and even invests in me by leaving his Holy Spirit until he returns. This got me thinking about a picture I believe God gave me some years ago at an event called Spring Harvest.
I was “on team” that year dancing in the worship team and leading workshops in liturgical dance. There was a speaker called Joyce Huggett that was going to be teaching at our evening venue that night. I had heard great things about this author and had been told by friends over the years that I should read her books, but had never gotten around to it. She was going to be speaking about the feeding of the five thousand, focusing on the little that the boy with the five loaves and two fishes brought to Jesus and how He turned that small offering into something much greater.
I had some time off before I was due to be at the final pre-meeting meeting so I went to the beach. Spring in England is rarely warm and the English coast where we were in Minehead, Devon, is very windy. I walked to the edge of the sea and stared out. The wind was in my hair and buffeting my very existence it seemed. I could smell the salt in the air and looked down at the sand and stones and the surf. I picked up five small stones. I liked to do this when I was away to show my family and myself that I was thinking of them five – one each for me, Jon and the two boys and one for God who holds us together. I prayed for them as they were at home doing the mundane stuff of life while I was here on this adventure of being on a worship team at Spring Harvest. Then I looked out to the ocean again. I could hardly hear anything as the wind was strong. I’m not a great singer but I sang out to Jesus at the top of my voice directly facing into the wind, confident that He was the only one that could hear me. It was one of those moments where I felt so completely safe and cared for in God’s arms. Time however creeps on by and I had to turn around and go back and prepare for the evening. I thought about how awesome it had been to be by the sea; about how great if everybody could have had this experience; about the five little stones… At the pre-meeting I shared some of my thoughts about this and was asked by Joyce to share them concisely to the congregation before her talk. This is roughly how it went:
“I went to the beach this afternoon. I want you to know about the beach – it’s so great. There is the ever-moving sea, and the wind, and the Minehead-brown sand, and little stones and big rocks, and the seaweed, and so much sky! I picked up these.” I held up the little stones. “There are hundreds more of these at the beach. By themselves they don’t tell you what the beach is like. They are just five small seemingly insignificant stones. I could have brought you seaweed but again, while it’s something you’ll find at the beach, it wouldn’t give you an experience of the beach. But what if my showing you these stones and telling you that there is so much more than this would encourage you to go and see for yourself? These five small stones don’t seem so insignificant now do they? It’s like that with our story – if we are willing to share even the seemingly little things we have in Jesus with others, it might lead them to want to meet Him for themselves.”
Then Joyce Huggett got up and spoke far more eloquently.
What if these two coins are meant to encourage me to do that very thing? Take the little I have and share it. Whether it’s five small stones, two dollar coins, five loaves and two fishes, the opportunity to influence a constitution (James Madison), or just using the circumstances that fall in my lap (John Tyler).  That is why I’m blogging this. I need to share my story, not someone else’s meme – although they can be useful and fun. I could just search for other stories about Jesus and well-worded allegories and share these on social media. But I want to do more than that. No one else can tell the details of what Jesus has done for me than me. Just like no-one else can offer my worship to Jesus for me.
Why not spend some time with Him today and find out for yourself? The parable of the feeding of the five thousand can be found in John 6:1-14.

Sore Knees!

My knees ached and my spirit hurt for a while. Let me explain how this happened.

With great excitement, I went to church on Christmas Eve. All day. I got there at 6.30am and was set to be there until after my part in the last service at 11pm – so going home at around 11.10pm. I had the privilege of being able to dance in each of the eight Christmas Eve Services at our new-to-us church family – Calvary Community Church in Sumner, WA, USA.

I had told the world (well my bubble of friends and family on facebook) how happy I was that after almost 7 years of living in this country, I was finally able to dance in the worship section of a church service – something that I had not been able to do since Christmas Day 2010, two days before moving from the UK to here in the US. I had waited patiently as we had not made being able to dance or not part of the criteria for finding a church family but rather heart for the gospel mission and God’s word. Events this past year made finding a new local church in which to serve not only an act of loyalty but one of obedience. We have never been in that situation before! In spite of being excited to see some other fellowships in action I found that church shopping in the summer is a miserable experience! We found Calvary, and both of us have been challenged by the preaching and impressed by the heart of the leadership. So after deciding to continue there I spoke to the worship leader about the possibility of dance in the worship or even ministry setting. This was new for them but I was asked to dance to the final minute of one song at the opening of the Christmas Eve service. I couldn’t stop smiling!

For an Audience of One.

I was told that there would likely be 5,000 people pass through the doors on Christmas Eve. I’ve danced in worship and in performance at events bigger than this before so I was not daunted but since I had not done this for a while I needed to make doubly sure my heart was right. I have just finished performing in and co-directing/choreographing a production of The Nutcracker with the dance studio where I teach ballet. I got to be the Grandma and provided a little comic relief in a story that whilst being timeless (and one of my personal favorite things) can seem to be eternal for those wonderful families that support us year after year! This was not that. Dancing in a production involves putting on a persona, acting. Dancing in worship requires authenticity – it’s me and God – no walls. There is a real dichotomy here when dancing for Jesus as my audience of one (fao1.com) but in front of others who are also worshipping that same audience of one. Dancing and singing and music can lead others into the presence of God, who it is all for, yet others are also watching. Ephesians 5:19 describes it well in the context of music and spoken worship. “Speak to one another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord.” We stir one another up with truths about God to worship Him in our hearts. Dance and movement can do this without words – God created us all uniquely with various learning and communication styles and he uses them all. Psalms 149 and 150 instruct us to praise the Lord with dancing and David, a man after the Lord’s heart (1 Sam 13:14), danced freely before God in front of all the people, causing quite a stir (2 Samuel 6)! So this was to be for God, and to God and through him – he gave me this ability, but in front of people. It was to be my Christmas gift to him since I come this year with empty hands but a full heart. He had even answered a prayer of mine very recently to be able to give something to our boys for Christmas. A full and happy heart!

Next was how to choose what to dance. I prayed about it and listened to the music. “Angels we have Heard on High”, the For King and Country version. I was instantly hit with the idea of God’s glory and pictured my “fire ribbons.” When in the air they move like liquid gold. Also using ribbons would remove some of the attention from me and place it on the lines being drawn in space. Kind of valid but I would have danced without a prop if it was what was called for. In my part of the song, I had a substantial instrumental section and then the words I had to work with apart from the overall gist of the carol were, “Come adore on bended knee, Christ the Lord the newborn king.” I choreographed a grand jeté to land on my knees and put a few knee falls and kneels in there for good measure, while I thought about what it means to bow the knee to the creator of the universe who chose to physically enter our world starting as a baby in the process of his rescue mission for humanity.

Plans.

Jon was going to drop me at church in time for the warm-up at 6.30am, he would work on his computer until the first service at 9am and stay for it. He would then go home and get started on the list of Christmas Eve to-dos he asked me to write for him and the boys when they got up. Then, later, they would all come to the 9pm service and wait around after til 11.10pm when I would be finished with the 11pm service. We would all go home in time for midnight to wish each other Merry Christmas and drink a hot cocoa each (chocolate block and marshmallow on a teaspoon) that my friend had given us for Christmas.

It didn’t quite go that way.

During rehearsals I always wear my leg warmers for safety – I’m no spring chicken and need to protect my muscles. A couple of times the knee falls went down onto rolls of my leg warmer. Normally this would make for a soft landing but not when you land that hard – it was like landing on a wooden dowel and so I got a little bruised – par for the course for a dancer – along with floor burns on my feet that I got from improvising on the carpet during the Thursday evening music and tech rehearsal. So I started out the day on Christmas Eve with a couple of owwies but that was fine and not even a real issue so long as the tape kept my foot covered on the platform. My biggest physical concern for the day was making sure I warmed up properly each and every time and didn’t re-ignite an injury on my left foot. God answered that prayer 🙂

Each service came and went and whilst the intended choreography was the same, each time was a little different. Sometimes I got the ribbons a little tangled but they always straightened out again (bar one time). One time I got too near the edge of the platform and felt the ribbon catching on something – it was a guy in the front row! I mouthed, “sorry,” stepped back and … forgot the choreography! Thankfully I was able to continue in worship until the end, making it up as I went.

The message.

The green room is fitted with a tv screen and a speaker so you can see and hear the service but it feels removed. I sat there for the first meeting so I could take notes during the message.

It was a message told through the pastoral staff at the church at various stages of life – newlywed, new parents, growing family, and grandparents, of love, joy, hope, and peace. Christ’s love in what he did for us (1John 4:9). The joy we are filled with that gets us through every situation, no matter how hard (Ecc3:1-8). Hope – that the God who has started something in you will carry it through to completion – God’s got this (Phil1:6)! And the peace that only Christ can give (Isaiah 9:6, John 14:27) – the peace that we find in every situation that allows us in the midst of all the noise to be still and know that I am God (Psalm 46:10). It ended with the question, “Where are you Christmas?” and the answer – it’s found in Jesus!

After hearing the message the first time, I discovered a wonderful place to be during the meeting – at the very side of the platform, joining in with the worship and partaking in the experience. It reminded me of the verse that says that it’s better to spend a day in the house of God than a thousand elsewhere! I was reveling in this but try as I might I couldn’t find the verse between services and other distractions. At the side of the stage I met some wonderful people. The musicians – so humble and talented all in one go, the speakers and presenters, keeping each and every service fresh and as if it were the only time they would do this – not one meeting came across stale! The children. I was particularly impressed with one little guy who helped with the candle lighting at the end of the meeting. He confided in me as he re-arranged the bar stools to make a transition easier, that he just wanted to serve God the best he could! And then I don’t know who they are, but the people that kept us fed were amazing. I had made myself a vegetable pizza the day before so I would not have to try to find food but it was less that appetizing after sitting for the morning in my bag! Not only was food provided but it was good food! This dance was high energy and the food was very welcome! And it started snowing! The snow started to settle. Christmas Eve really just kept on getting better! And some good friends were able to come to a couple of the services so it was lovely to catch-up and visit with them between the services – such a blessing!

There was an overflow room because the services were so packed. I gave a text to Jon and the boys to try to get there early enough to be in the main meeting room, then got on with warming up for the 9pm. I was about to head backstage and had a look at my phone. 2 missed called and 3 texts from Jon! He had come off the road and gone into a ditch. I tried to call him but he couldn’t hear me. He texted that he would walk to the police station. There was nothing I could do. I went backstage and waited to go on. I tried not to worry and handed it to Jesus and offered him the sacrifice of this dance as an offering to him. My intro started and I ran onto the platform. After the first four counts I remembered to smile. It was thin and shallow but I did smile – God’s glory is still real, Jesus still gave his all for me. I wasn’t feeling it but the truth was still the truth. I was still able to dance! I failed to move the ribbons with enough energy however, and managed to get them tied around my neck. None of the “tricks” were working to untie myself so I had to resort to using my hands to remove the fabric from around my neck. I got up and finished the dance. I did not stay at the side of the platform. I brought my ribbons back to the green room, fully expecting to have to leave. It was going to be ok though. Jon had arranged a tow but I would have to get a ride home at the end of the day. So the boys would not get to go to church at Christmas this year. We would likely have a very expensive bill. We would not be together at midnight. I had prayed for travelling safety as well! The truth is though that had Jon not gone into a ditch, he and the boys would have gone into a very busy highway and would very likely have been hurt or worse! I remembered Pastor Adam’s words about God’s got this. I bucked up and got on with the task at hand. Thankfully Alicia offered me a ride home so I got on with warming up for the final service. Warming up was hard – emotionally and physically – everything ached and I had less drive, I wanted to see Jon and the boys but I also wanted to do a good job. I got my phone out to check how he was, fumbled it and dropped it on the floor. The phone died. I should have been upset but I felt nothing. There was nothing left to do but carry on.

I think the last service was amazing. God is good, all the time. I was exhausted though. I finally got home just before one am on Christmas Day. Jon looked exhausted and I had to tell him I broke my phone! I looked at my knees and I had managed to graze one of them through my dance leggings!

As I gazed down at my knee and foot I was reminded of the boys when they were younger – full of the scars of adventure! But I have to admit to spending most of Christmas Day in a bit of a funk! I had been so glad to thank God for answered prayers and didn’t understand why we now had all this added expense and why we couldn’t have had that moment together with the hot chocolate. I had to keep telling myself, “God’s got this.” And he has. I felt led to write this now rather than later. I’m determined to be in a place of love, hope, joy, and peace as he leads us into 2018, and so today I found it. Psalm 84

How lovely is your dwelling place,
O LORD Almighty
My Soul longs and even faints,
for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God

Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young –
a place near your altar,
O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you. Selah

Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the valley of Baca,
they make it a place of springs,
the autumn rains also cover it with pools.
They go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.

Hear my prayer, O LORD God Almighty;
listen to me, O God of Jacob. Selah
Look upon our shield, O God;
look with favor on your anointed one.

Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
For the LORD God is a sun and shield;
the LORD bestows favor and honor;
no good thing does he withhold
from those whose walk is blameless.

O LORD Almighty,
blessed is the man who trusts in you.

This word is true. It was SO GOOOOOOD to spend a whole day in church worshipping Jesus! It was the highlight of my year! Do my circumstances change the reality or truth of who he is in my life? No, absolutely not but…

sometimes it makes my knees hurt.

 

Ballet History – Beginning the Journey

Have you ever wondered how ballet first came to be? So have I! I thought it would be good to explore a little early ballet history with you.  This is not a comprehensive study but a good starting point.

How it all Began

Ballet can trace its absolute roots back to Renaissance Italy in Europe. The first dance treatise (formal piece of writing), De Arte Saltandi et Choreas Ducendi (The Art of Dancing and Directing Choruses), by Domenico de Piacenza, or Ferrara appeared in approximately 1416. This used simple letters to describe the vocabulary of movements used at the time. Dance was performed in the courts of noblemen and royalty, and there are records as early as 1489 in Tortona, Italy where a ballet named balletto conviviale was staged by Bergonzio di Botta.   Around this time the emergence of Opera overshadowed ballet in Italy to a great extent but the fire had been lit and Italy exported a number of ballet masters, dancers and choreographers over the years!

This dancing spread into the rest of Europe and really took off in the courts of King Louis XIV of France.   Ballet de Cour was nothing like the ballet we know today. It was an evening of entertainment including music, dance and verse. What people saw and participated in was mainly floor patterns of movement rather than complicated or delicate steps. Women wore gowns right down to the floor and their feet were not seen at all.

King Louis XIV started dancing ballet at age 12 and continued until he was 32. He was known as The Sun King after the character, The Rising Sun he played in the ballet, La ballet de la Nuit (The Ballet of the Night), bringing in Honour, Grace, Love, Riches, Victory , Fame and Peace. In these early days, a lot like today, entertainment was used as a means of promoting particular points of view. Much of the ballet that King Louis XIV was renowned for was concerned with underlining the importance and authority of the aristocracy. At age 32 and substantially larger than he was in his youth, his felt need to show dignity outweighed his desire to dance although he still participated in ballroom dance (alongside the duties and the affairs of State). Without the endorsement of the king, ballet suffered a waning in popularity among nobles. In 1661, King Louis XIV opened L’Academie Royale de Danse with 13 dancing masters to “re-establish the art in its perfection.” This school, while being the first of its kind, only lasted until the French revolution and so was not significant in the development of ballet as we know it today. The King founded the Paris Opera Ballet in 1669. From 1671, the Paris Opera was called, L’Academie Royale de Musique. An attached school, L’Ecole de danse was established in 1713.  This was where French ballet technique developed.

Ladies Wait Your Turn!

For the first nine years of the Paris Opera Ballet men, often using masks, played all the roles, both male and female. It had been fine for the Ladies of Court to be part of the ballet but now ballet had been moved to the theater. To be seen publically on stage was an unheard of disgrace. The first female ballerina to break the mold was Mademoiselle de la Fontaine, known as The Queen of Dance. Her career started at age 26 – when most of today’s ballerinas are at least thinking about what their next career move will be after their performing years are over. She performed for nine years and then retired to be nun. Again change had been brought in and dance continued to move forward.

Point Your Toes!

Ever wonder who we have to blame for this phrase being hurled at you in the rehearsal room and dance studio? Men had to show their feet right from the beginning, performing wonderful technical jumps called entrechat-quatres (on-tra-shah-cat). The ladies did not perform these since no-one could see what their feet were doing. Showing even the tiniest part of your ankle was considered scandalous as though appearing in public with no clothes on! Marie-Anne de Cupis de Camargo changed all this.

 

La Camargo                                                                                                  Marie Sallé

La Camargo, as she became known, created a very big stir when she shortened her dress so that just her ankles could show. She wanted to show off the fact that she could perform these jumps accurately and delicately with great vivacity!  Marie Sallé, her celebrated rival, took it one stage further by wearing a dress of light muslin for her role in Pygmalion, also wearing her hair down for performance and removing heels from her ballet shoes! Where Camargo was famed for her energy and technique, Sallé was famed for her eloquent miming. So Camargo and Sallé, we have you to thank for girls being able to develop their technique and for giving our teachers those wonderful words, “Point your toes!”

Light as a Petal!

At this stage, all ballet was still performed in soft shoes and not en-pointe. Let’s jump forward 100 years or so. Technique was continuing to be formulated and solidified. The French school was now really established. Folklore abounds with stories of how pointe work came to being. I like the idea of the dancer who stepped in wet glue on the set of a production and didn’t realize until it dried and became hard. Posing on pointe in her hardened toe became her party-trick amongst the other dancers and a ballet master saw and developed this. Hmm – I wonder. The first pointe shoes certainly were not like the safe equipment we have today. Having no shank, the ends of the toes were simply hardened to form a very small box. Dancers’ feet needed to be STRONG! It is not known for certain when pointe work was first performed on stage although Marie Taglioni is often credited with it for her role in the new ballet, La Sylphide, in 1832. Here pointe work was first used to show the ethereal floatiness of the spirit world as opposed to the humans. Taglioni danced the entire ballet en-pointe. The story is about James, a Scotsman who on the eve of his wedding to Effie, falls in love with a Sylph/spirit instead. His struggles to keep the Sylph with the help of a witch called Madge only end in the death of the Sylph, and Effie, the girl he was supposed to marry, marries someone else! Another method to show the lightness of the spirit world (before men had started to lift their ballerinas) was where a posing point was built on stage and made to look like a delicate flower about 18 inches or so from the ground. The ballerina would step up onto it en-pointe and appeared so light that the flower’s petals were not crushed!

Tutu Romance

La Sylphide marked the passing into the Romantic Era. This was a period in history (approximately 1800-1850) that art depicted hopeless romance where there were very few happy endings like in the above story! This era also brought in the romantic tutu. This was not the crisply starched tutu of classical ballet – that was still to come later. Elegant in form, and bare-shouldered, the bodice was tight to the body and the bell shaped skirt fell to below mid calf. This style dress is still used today in traditional ballets like La Sylphide, Les Sylphides, and Giselle, to name a few, and is like the costumes used for Snow and Flowers in The Nutcracker.

Well this is just the beginning. I hope you enjoyed this short journey into the very beginnings of ballet history. What about the Italian school, the Russian school, Great Britain, and the US contribution to ballet? Stay tuned for a future update and… “POINT YOUR TOES!”

Bibliography

The Encyclopedia of Dance and Ballet, edited by Mary Clarke and David Vaughan, published by Peerpage Books

The Magic of Dance, by Margot Fonteyn, published by Alfred A Knopf, Inc

Introduction to the History of Ballet, from 1580 to The Sleeping Beauty, by the Royal Opera House, published on iTunes U

http://www.clir.org/pubs/reports/pub84/documentation.html

Picture Credits:

upload.wikimedia.org for wikkipedia entries – Louis XIV, La Camargo and Marie Taglioni;

kids.britannica.com – Marie Sallé