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In August, 1989 (I'm old) my wife and I went to a stage play at the Woodruff Arts Center's Studio Theater in Atlanta for our 16th wedding anniversary. We went on a ten day trip to Hawaii for our 15th anniversary and I knew I couldn't afford to top that experience so we went to a very nice restaurant for dinner, and then across Peachtree Street to the Woodruff Arts Center for the play.

I had seen an ad in the newspaper for the play. It was titled "Revelation," but offered no explanation. It was a one-man play, performed by a local Atlanta actor named Tom Key. We had seen him perform in several contexts - including the stage play adaptation of Clarence Jordan's "Cotton Patch Gospel." We both liked him so I took a chance and bought tickets.

The Studio Theater at the time was relatively small, maybe seating 250 people. The stage was very simple: a stool, a fake ancient-world looking column, and a plant of some sort on the column. Tom Key came out dressed in khakis and a blue buttoned-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up almost to his elbows.

He stepped out on stage and started speaking - from memory - the words of Revelation. He went through the words powerfully, until 11:14, "The second woe has passed. The third woe is coming very soon." There was a fifteen minute intermission.

When he came back on stage, he picked up right where he left off and marched with intent to the end. I can still remember the rise in blood pressure during the pouring out of the seven bowls of the wrath of God; only to be replaced with the peace of "Behold, the dwelling place of God is among humankind." (21:3)

As he was finishing, unlike most plays I have attended in Atlanta, no one started getting their stuff to get ready to rush out. We listened to the very end. It seemed like an eternity, but for a few seconds there was no applause. Then a standing ovation. As people left, they seemed to be much quieter than normal. It was almost like the somberness of walking out of a funeral home after a visitation in the south.

I remember thinking as we walked up the steps to the main floor where the exits were, "I'm so glad I'm a follower of Jesus. He wins." And, as I told my wife in the car driving home, "If I weren't a follower of Jesus already, I'd be looking for a preacher to help me figure this all out."

I didn't need to know what any symbol in book meant. I just knew - perhaps in a more powerful way than ever - that Jesus wins. For me that was a "light-bulb moment" and it occurred to me that apocalyptic language is more drama than I had realized, and needs to be experienced as much as if not more than, interpreted (in a technical way).

I don't know the demographics of the crowd that night. The parking lot was not filled with sixteen passenger church vans, so I'm guessing it wasn't particularly church-going folks. If the lines at the bar before and during intermission is an indicator, it wasn't evangelical since at time we certainly didn't drink alcohol in public and the lines were long!

But the audience was stunned - and I think, despite Tom Key's impressive performance - there was more to the stunning than that.

Thank you for this post. It reminded me of this great moment in my own life - quite a while back in time, but as fresh and meaningful as though it were but yesterday.

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mike mcaleese's avatar

Thank you thank you thank you

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