A PROPHECY OF HARVEST TIME #11

(From my column “Looking Forward and Glancing Back” in the SGT monthly newsletter, June, 1987.)

We began this season at Stained Glass Theatre with a new mandate from God and a bright new hope about the future. You could feel the excitement in most everyone at the theatre. True, we had just had the sobering learning experience in St. Louis, but we were not defeated. No indeed, we were joyous that God had shown us clearly what He wanted—He wanted “Excellence in Residence.” And we were resolved that if that was what God wanted, that was what we wanted and that was what we would be obedient in striving to achieve. It was a challenge, and we were ready and anxious to begin our Season of Style.

As we approached the September 19^th opening date of the new season, there was a spirit—a feeling—in the air. It was going to be our “best year,” our “turning-point year,” our “Harvest Time Year.”

The expectation of a “Harvest Time Year” was not just a feeling—it was a prophecy which had been spoken to me by a precious man and woman who had attended one of our productions near the end of the previous season. I wish I could give you their names; however, I only saw them that one time. God does work in mysterious ways, and I believe that he sent that couple and touched their hearts so they in turn could lift and build our faith with some special words of encouragement. On that ordained night, they stayed a long while after the show. It was a special time. We talked and prayed together. As we prayed, both the woman and her husband spoke of God’s knowing of our struggles, and of having brought us to our knees that we might trust Him completely. They spoke of how we had found favor in His eyes; that He was going to bless the theatre in a wonderful way; that the coming year would bring the crowds we longed for; that the theatre would be full to overflowing; and that it was to be a year of “Harvest Time.” Those words filled my heart with joy and my eyes with tears. I knew God had spoken to us through this beautiful Spirit-filled couple.

We hid those prophetic words away in our hearts, believing that God would be faithful. We also shared these words with others on staff and company members. So, as we began the fourth season, there was indeed expectancy and excitement for we knew and believed it was “Harvest Time.” Our opening weekend was a disaster. (Only twenty people came Friday night, we had to cancel Saturday night since only seven people showed up, and Sunday afternoon we had only fifteen people.) What had happened? Was the prophecy not to be? As before, I went to my knees for the answer. “Why, Lord? Why? Isn’t this to be the year of the Harvest?” As I sought the Lord and was quiet before Him, He began to speak to my spirit. I soon understood what God wanted me to see as He revealed to my spirit the meaning of “Harvest Time.” The meaning was simple and clear, and would have been obvious to any farmer, but to a city boy like me, it had to be explained. God showed me that “Harvest Time” is when you go out and gather in the harvest. It was not a time, as I had so foolishly thought, where the harvest cuts itself and walks into the barn. How blind I had been. The audience we had hoped for was not going to come banging on our doors just begging to get into the theatre—of course not! God was simply telling us that the time was right, but we must go out and bring in the harvest. But how? How could we get the harvest into the barn? We didn’t know, but God knew. How wonderful it is to know that our Lord, if we seek Him, does not forsake us. He not only calls us to do that which He desires, but He leads and guides us along the way. And so He did. He gave us a plan for “harvesting.” The plan was simple—so simple. It was also frightening for it would require a giant step of faith.

COMING NEXT: HARVEST TIME                                        

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RETURN TO THE DREAM #10

(From my column “Looking Forward and Glancing Back” in the SGT monthly newsletter, May, 1987.)

During our second year, in addition to the resident shows, we developed a travel troupe. The travel company began with a short twenty-minute production titled THROUGH STAINED GLASS WINDOWS. This show was made available to churches, banquets, Christian camps, etc. The group proved to be in demand, and it was the “love offerings” brought back by the travel troupe that kept us afloat at many periods of financial crisis during our second and third years. At first, the travel commitments were met by the actors working in the resident company. However, as the bookings increased and as the request for full-length shows kept coming in, it became necessary to develop a separate travel company.

It was during the third year that the Salvation Army became interested in Stained Glass Theatre and began to request performances at their youth camps around the country. They were very enthusiastic about our shows and were very generous. We were excited to be involved with the Salvation Army.

During the Spring of 1986, the Salvation Army asked us to come to St. Louis for four weeks during the summer. As we struggled during the third year, the Salvation Army often talked to us of the opportunities for us in St. Louis. We were invited to move to St. Louis with their help. We did not seriously consider these offers until we were invited to come for just a four-week run during the summer of 1986.

We were skeptical that it was financially possible to do what they wanted. However, again they were very generous and offered to furnish a free 400-seat building, pay the utilities, house and feed the cast free, and help us with promotions. The man who worked out all these arrangements, Captain Marshall, told us, “We want to make it a no-risk situation for you.” The offer seemed too good to turn down. We began to view the engagement as a test market for us—if it went well, we might consider doing it every summer or even open a second theatre in St. Louis.

In preparation, we did what we believed to be all the right things, planning trips to St. Louis, news releases, radio talk shows and public service announcements, mailing thousands of letters and promotional materials, and preparing a first-rate show. We were to perform the four weekends during August. When the time came, we felt ready and left for St. Louis full of excitement and anticipation.

By the end of our first weekend, all we had left was disappointment and dismay, for you see, we had everything but an audience. No one came—NO ONE! Okay, I exaggerate a little—that first weekend we did have five people. We were devastated. “Why, Lord, why?” was our prayer the whole of the next week.

The answer came on Friday morning just before we were to leave for St. Louis and the second weekend of performances. While praying that morning, still seeking some understanding from God, the Lord revealed to my spirit these words, “Excellence in Residence—Focus—No Distractions,” and later that day, “Return to the Dream.” These phrases spoke to my understanding, and I knew what God was saying to us. Simply and in no uncertain terms, I knew that we were to turn our full attention to creating an excellent resident company. We were to focus on that and that alone. We were no longer to travel: it was a distraction from our original calling and dream. That original dream had been simply to begin and develop an excellent resident theatre in Springfield. Yes, God wanted us to “Return to the Dream.” And as far as the ideas of additional summer tours or a second theatre in St. Louis, God was saying that door was closed. Had I misunderstood what God was telling me? The next three weekends would tell. Again the second weekend, no one, the third, no one, and the fourth, no one. For the whole four weeks, we had less than fifty people, total. There was no mistake. We knew what God wanted. So we returned from what others might see as failure with renewed spirits. The entire company had a sense of a new mandate from God. I later expressed that mandate in a letter to our patrons:

To Move Forward in Developing Stained Glass Theatre into a “Jewel” Among Theatres of the Midwest—A “Showcase of Praise” Where God the Father Is Glorified and Jesus Christ Is Proclaimed Lord and Savior.

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SHOWERS OF BLESSINGS #9

(From my column “Looking Forward and Glancing Back” in the SGT monthly newsletter, April, 1987.  Bracketed information has been added.)

The spring of 1986 proved to be a wonderful time as God’s “Showers of Blessings” continued to pour out on Stained Glass Theatre. We had just seen God set us free from the bondage of debt, fill the theatre for the run of NARNIA, and give us two beautiful billboards on the Springfield roadsides. Could we ever expect more? Expect or not, God wasn’t through.

The next several months were filled with dozens of blessings. Our monthly financial pledge support began to grow almost overnight. New pledges (mostly unsolicited) soon took our support from a little over $100 per month to almost $500 per month. This amount met, almost exactly, our rent and utilities [for the building on Commercial Street].

Entrance to the building.

A rehearsal in the auditorium of the building.

Can you believe it? We couldn’t. We just kept praising God! Another unbelievable blessing that occurred last spring reminds me of an old expression I remember hearing my mother use, “Well, whoever would have thought it?” Indeed, who would have thought that a man would suddenly come by and tell us that he owned a doughnut shop and would like to give, that’s right, give us doughnuts to be sold at our concession counter. Unusual, right? But true. Bob Leasure, owner of Delta Dawn Doughnuts, has for the past year been furnishing SGT with doughnuts from his business to help us. That’s hard enough to believe without, as Paul Harvey would say, “the rest of the story,” which is that Bob later informed us that he felt God was blessing his business for helping us, so he wanted to do more. He wanted to furnish all the canisters of Coke for our fountain. Yes, it’s true, thanks to a wonderful Christian man and his family, we now have no cost for operating the concession counter. Yes, Mother, who would have ever thought it?

We want to say thank you to Bob Leasure and his family for their wonderful and unique support of SGT. We appreciate you so much. We pray that God will richly bless you for blessing us. Also, we would like to thank all those generous friends who support SGT with a monthly pledge. Your support is so important to keep the ministry at Stained Glass going and moving forward. May God bless you in every way! We thank you so much and we do remember you in our prayers.

Even in the midst of great blessings, life and ministry is not without times of testing. Such a time came to SGT last spring during the run of SAUL OF TARSUS [later renamed as The Damascus Road].

Ron Boutwell (Luke) and Pat Edmonds (Paul)

The cast closes Saul of Tarsus singing "I Know Whom I Have Believed"

Our dimmer board began to give us trouble and the lights would go out during a performance. The dimmer board was a very old, repaired “throw-away” from Southwest Baptist University. It was now too old to get replacement parts for, so we knew we were facing the necessity of purchasing a new board at a cost of $800. We agreed to trust God for the need rather than go back into debt. Within three weeks, all $800 had been given by our patrons. The next week, Terry marched into A.T.C. and paid cash for a new dimmer board. The employee at A.T.C., who was familiar with our past financial troubles, said to Terry, “Cash? Well, y’all must be doing pretty good!” Terry smiled and said, “Yes, I guess we are.”

I think you can begin to see, as we have seen, how obedience brings blessings. In the beginning, we told God that we would not go into debt. We did, and we suffered. God reminded us of our commitment to stay debt free and to trust Him to meet our needs. We obeyed and God has blessed us so wonderfully ever since. Praise God!

COMING NEXT: RETURN TO THE DREAM                           

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