|My girlies, my neice and their friend |
on the first day of ballet classes this year.
"You do WHAT? Seriously, you drive all that way? Why?"
This is the response I tend to get when I casually mention that my kids go to ballet class two hours from home.
I'm not gonna lie. Sometimes I have a similar conversation with myself. Tuesdays are long in our house. We leave the house about 9:30 and head to Jackson, where we have a round of violin lessons, and later in the afternoon, ballet classes. We get dinner at Cracker Barrel, and head home. We usually get back around 9:30 at night.
I was once again reminded this evening. It's pretty simple: Ballet Magnificat.
I mean, there are other factors. For example, there isn't a violin teacher for the girls in town. However there are teachers closer than Jackson. Why on earth would we choose to sacrifice the time and expense to drive a hundred additional miles round trip further than we have to?
I usually tell a story to illistrate why my husband and I consider the drive worth it:
It was a normal Thursday. The trainees were about to file out of one studio after bible study with bibles and devotional books in hand. We were a little early for Ianna's class, and so we were watching a few members of the touring company rehearse in the studio across the hall. The new ballet clearly dealt with temptation and it's allure. Two dancers were also watching, and were engrossed in conversation.
"It's creepy, isn't it?" one of them said. "I mean, you want to think of sin as scary and ugly, but it's not."
"Yeah, it's true." her friend replied. "But think about it; we don't have to live under sin. Christ has conquered it. We don't have to be ruled by it."
|Margot is one of the young ladies who's conversation I|
happened to overhear. She's here with Ianna and
Isaac, my nephew.
Now, these girls weren't tying to impress me with their deep observations or spiritual jargon. They weren't giving me a "I'm a Christian-ballerina-who-has-sound-theology" bit to convince me to send my kid to study there. They were just talking, And in case you were wondering, no, that's not the kind of thing you usually just happen to hear around a ballet studio.
When you are talking about something irritating, you say "to add insult to injury", but what do you say when it's something impressive?
"To add better to good?"
I guess I'll go with that.
To add better to good, they are all nice. Seriously. Dancers can be seriously snooty. World-class ballerinas aren't just lining up to have conversations with a five-year-old about her new baby brother like Kathy Thibodeaux, the founder and artistic director, did with my my little one.
But for all that, every once and a while I need an extra dose of perspective. Tonight was a great one. We took the girls to see Ballet Magnificat! perform here in Natchez. The show was beautiful, fun and engaging, and it ended with remarkably clear gospel presentation. Stunning dance, seeped and surrounded with a passion for the glory of God.
|We had to have pictures with a few ballerinas|
|And, did I mention that they are stunningly beautiful?|