Why Leadings?

Not to lead, but to be led            -- by the Holy Spirit.

See Leader, Servant, or Slave? in the section below, "Walking the Walk".

Jack in Denali National Park, 2012.

God's Wrath

Why was Sodom destroyed? Ezekiel tells us in chapter 16, verse 49: "This was the sin of your sister, Sodom: Pride, full-ness of bread, and abundance of idleness. Neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy."

That's also why Jerusalem was destroyed.

And now, with greed as our national virtue, what hope is there for the United States of America? We are afflicted by imperialistic pride, obesity, and entertainment addiction, and we are all called to do our part to "strengthen the hand of the poor and needy".

"Strengthen the hand" is the King James wording. Modern translations say "help the poor and needy." And there's a world of difference between the two. Helping the poor = as little as throwing some cash in the Salvation Army bucket at Christmas time. That's charity. It's doing for, not doing with.

My Grandmother was right about charity. On a below-zero day, she went out on the back porch with a skillet to throw hot grease on the back-yard snow. She shivered as she re-entered the kitchen and said, "Wooooh, colder than charity."

Strengthening the hand is much different. We get personally involved with another person who needs help, and we work with her or him to get the needed help. That's risky. You're vulnerable. It takes prayer, time and patience. You need knowledge and wisdom from the LORD. There are great rewards, however. You get a brother or sister.

Strengthening the hand is great work for our churches -- which we ignore far more often than we perform. Why? Because we're afflicted with the Ameri-can curse of individualism. Christians are to be a tribe -- a tribe that takes care of each other. In Galatians 6:16, Paul calls us "the Israel of God" -- the new 13th tribe.

Jesus said, "The poor you shall always have with you." He didn't mean that as a curse -- the notion that the poor are an inevi-table nuisance and expense, to be hidden in the slums. Rather, He was saying, "You shall always be among the poor."

When you strengthen hands, you fulfill Deuteronomy 15:4-5: "However, there need be no poor people among you, for in the land the LORD your God is giving you to possess as your inheritance, he will richly bless you, if only you fully obey the LORD your God . . ." It's a glorious responsibility and promise.

And how do prosperous Americans fulfill that promise? Generally, by making sure they have no contact with people who are poor -- and we have been that way from our beginnings in the 17th century. Early villages in Massachusetts solved the problem by out-lawing poor people. Today, we deal with the same problem by confining the poor in urban reservations, our slums.

As the Supreme Court Bailiff says at the beginning of each session, "God save the United States of America..." 

Wednesday
Feb262014

WHEN SEATTLE REALLY HAD A 12th MAN (AND WOMAN)

During the recent Super Bowl frenzy, Seattle showered itself with congratulations over the 12th man—the Seahawks fans who set the Guinness world-record for crowd-generated decibels. Well, noise demands little from a crowd—go to the stadium, drink beer and shout yourself hoarse.

In contrast, back in 1933, Seattle produced a 12th man (and woman) that was spectacular—an event where the spectators sacrificed nearly as much as the players. I'm citing all this from Alexander Woollcott's narrative in Long, Long Ago. However, I omit Woollcott's pontifical English. He titled the event "Miss Kitty Takes to the Road."

To Millennial readers, the name Katharine Cornell may not register, but in 1933, Miss Kitty was our leading actress, the toast of Broadway. And in '33, she launched a nationwide tour of three plays—Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, Bernard Shaw's Candida, and The Barretts of Wimpole Street by Rudolph Besier.  On tour, she and her company of sixty visited seventy-seven cities on a train trip of 17,000 miles. They played to over half a million people. The youngest human cast member was Orson Welles. Woollcott had sent him to Miss Cornell.

Katharine Cornell

Summary of The Barretts of Wimpole Street  (From Wikipedia)

The play is based on the real story of the Barrett family who lived on Wimpole Street in London. The play opens with Elizabeth, the oldest child of a large and loving family. Their father is widowed and has become embittered and determined that none of his children would ever marry, lest they become slaves to the "brutal tyranny of passion" and "the lowest urge of the body." As the play progresses, his smothering concern for his family and particularly for Elizabeth, who is an invalid, takes on a sinister character.

Poet Robert Browning has read some of Elizabeth's poetry and comes to meet her, and they immediately find an attraction for each other. When he leaves, Elizabeth struggles to her feet to watch him disappear down the lane. Elizabeth and Robert later elope, against her father's strict orders, and when he finds that she has married without his permission or knowledge, he orders that her beloved dog, Flush, be put to death. However, a younger sister had taken care to see that her cocker spaniel joined them in their escape.

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Katharine's husband and director, Guthrie McClintic, was a Seattle native, and she was scheduled to play the role of Elizabeth Barrett Browning at Seattle's Metropolitan Theater on the evening of December 25, 1933, the first  of eight performances. The train was scheduled to arrive in mid-morning with plenty of time for the six hours needed to dress the stage for the performance.

As the troupe rode the final leg of the Great Northern trip from Duluth on Christmas Sunday, ominous telegraph reports arrived. December rains were making the trip through the Northwest slow and perilous—with rain over the past twenty-three days and nights. At best, the train would be delayed in reaching Seattle.

As the train passed Spokane, it became doubtful whether it would get to Seattle at all. At every stop, telegrams were exchanged with the latest woeful news. The Christmas evening performance was sold out. Would the train arrive in time for the show? At one point, the train halted while railroad workers finished a new trestle. The train crept over this new bridge as passengers at the windows stared at the wreckage of the old trestle washed out by the flood.

But at seven p.m. curtain time, the train was still inching through rain-drenched darkness far from Seattle. Another telegram asked if the train's delayed arrival would make it worthwhile to hold the audience. Seven o'clock, eight o'clock and nine o'clock passed. By this time, the company had given up hope. There could be no performance, and their next paychecks would be one-eighth lighter. So, it was a gloomy, weary bunch of thespians who rode the final stretch into town.

They arrived on the Seattle platform at 11:15 p.m. Still collecting their wits and baggage, they heard amazing news. The manager of the Metropolitan Theatre came to Kit and Guthrie to tell them that the audience was still waiting. Guthrie asked, "how many?" "The entire house," was the reply. "Twelve hundred people." Cornell was shocked and asked, "Do you mean they want a performance at this hour?" "They're expecting it," the manager replied.

A fleet of trucks was at the station to carry the scenery and costume trunks. A hundred umbrellas protected them as the scenery was loaded and rushed to the theater, where more umbrellas protected their unloading.

Guthrie and KatharineA line of cars was waiting to carry the company to the stage door. At the theater or in the lobby of the Olympic Hotel across Third Avenue, the audience of 1,200 was still present. Most were in evening dress. They had waited so long. Would Miss Cornell still play for them? Would she?

Stimulated by audience enthusiasm, Miss Kitty and the company readily agreed to perform. But the company needed time to unpack the trunks, do make-up and get into the crinolines and pantaloons of 1855. They promised to do it in record time.

Katharine made an unprecedented decision. The audience must be entertained while the stage was being set. So, she ordered the curtain raised immediately, and the Seattle audience at midnight Christmas evening saw the bare stage transformed with Guthrie being the MC.

The walls of the Victorian home swing into place—the prison in which Mr. Barrett, the tyrant father, kept his frail and gifted poetess daughter. Each feat of the stagehands received rounds of applause. As the windowed-wall of Elizabeth's room was secured, the windows were hung with rich portieres and valances, and the enthusiasm mounted. It grew further as the trunks, in full view of the audience, were opened and the wardrobe mistress doled out the costumes.

There was a great round of applause for the one member of the cast already in complete costume—Flush, the cocker spaniel who had never missed a performance of Barretts since it opened in Detroit years before.

During the stage setting, Miss Cornell suffered delayed fatigue. She needed something, anything, if she were to go on with the play. She told Guthrie, "I think I can make it if you can get me an egg."

McClintic ran into the dark Seattle streets after midnight. Only three sites showed lights: the Olympic Hotel, a drug store, and a lunch wagon. However, the audience had eaten every morsel of food on Third Avenue. In desperation, McClintic began calling friends from high school—people he had known twenty years earlier. One Katharine Cornell by Yousef Karshcall aroused a sleepy voice. Who's calling at such an hour? "You remember Guthrie, who was in your class in high school?" "Yes, so?" "Well, could you let me have an egg?" She could and she did.

But the greatest audience interest attached to the intricate process of stage lighting—a carefully calculated cross-play of beams which bathes some parts of the stage in radiance and leaves others in shadow. The focal point of The Barretts is the couch from which Robert Browning rescues the sleeping princess. As Elizabeth Barrett, Miss Cornell spent the first act—one of the longest in dramatic literature—lying on that couch. The lights playing on that couch were adjusted to the fraction of an inch.

To accomplish this, the stage manager, Jimmy Vincent, lay on the couch and assumed every one of the positions which Miss Kitty would assume during the play. As stout Mr. Vincent did so (think Danny DiVito) he threw his arms and head into various languorous postures. As a result, the gap between his trousers and waistcoat widened with each new pose. The effect was stupefying and hilarious.

At last the warning bell rang, the lights dimmed and the curtain fell--and rose again. The stage disclosed Miss Cornell at her post on the couch. The play began. The time was 1:05 a.m.

The excitement, the heady compliment paid by the waiting audience, acted like wine on the spirits of the troupe, and they gave the kind of performance one hopes for on great occasions and seldom gets.

Alexander WoollcottIt was a quarter past four in the morning when the final curtain fell. And that blessed audience stayed to give more curtain calls than the exhausted troupe had ever received before.

As the narrator, Alexander Woollcott failed to give the conclusion to this story, but I like to think that the evening ended with the entire company of sixty people going to the footlights and giving the audience a standing ovation.

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