As a teenager, I was in the church drama team. It was cool.
On Fridays we’d rehearse, and on Sunday’s we’d perform. We were so good that we were invited to perform in other churches.
But were we that good?
In hindsight, I wonder if we were. I wonder if the invites came because the bar was low and because pastors were keen to have a drama team perform.
“Here’s 10 minutes of good Christian entertainment to keep the folks amused.”
I don’t mean to sound like a cynical ol’ coot, but let’s be honest. A lot of what passes for church drama is downright cringey.
If you’ve ever had to listen to shouty thespians hammering you over the head with some moralizing melodrama, you will know what I’m talking about.
I remember one play we did. It was about a man who had died and found himself waiting outside the Pearly Gates. The man was quizzed by St. Peter to see if he was good enough for heaven. Was he a regular church attender? Did he read his…
