"Get your doves here!'
"Lamb. New baby lambs here. Almost spotless!"
After hearing the story, as a kid, of Jesus upending the tables of the "money changers" and sacrificial animal merchants in the lobby of the Solomon's Temple in Jerusalem, I became averse to peddling souvenirs of me in a church event. (And, I'm allergic to rope burns.) Selling stuff at speaking engagements and performances of my one-man
plays may be my least favorite part of what I do. ( ...and the middle seat
on planes.)
Following a few years of speaking at camps, Campus Life and Young Life clubs, and school assemblies, I created my first one-man play, The Fifth Gospel, by accident. It was the first and only one-man play I had ever heard of anywhere. Years into my 80+ shows-a-year schedule someone told me about Eugene O'Neill's 1942 play, Hughie, with Jason Robards—it has two actors.
Enter THE FIFTH GOSPEL, The Most Outrageous Story Ever Told, on 21 January 1972—one actor, thirty characters. It was intended to be a "one night only" performance—an experiment in the nexus of faith and art. All my life I had portrayed everyone from the blind shepherd boy (and other Christmas pageant cliches) to Nebuchadnezzar (twice), and numerous "dramatic readings" or scripture. The Fifth Gospel though was an actual work of theatre with good guys, bad guys, conflict and resolution, humor, tragedy, and a post-modern ending in which the hero dies and his loyal followers are scattered and confused. It was also the most human gospel account anyone had ever experienced. Even though most of the stories were taken from an old book I had owned since I was four years old, the audience responded with enthusiasm as though they were seeing and hearing this all for the first time.
Some of it was new, born of my notorious imagination and a long life as a churchaholic. I wanted to explore the incarnation, God as human, walking and living among us. But if he, Jesus, was to be with us, I wanted him to join in: a confused six year old staring into a mirror whispering, "Son of G-g-g-g-od?" Or using the same excuse not to have to get up, "It's tooooooo earrrrly. Besides I'm the Son of....."
Later, stopping to cool off in a river with his ill-assorted team, a water and mud fight breaks out. A very human moment, based on a Colorado River expedition I took one Summer with...a group of guys. This is my most "borrowed" scene. When you hear a speaker tell of the water fight Jesus had with his guys, ask "where did you get that"? It's not in the four Gospel accounts. I wrote my version in 1968 as a skit for Sunday school and included it in the first performance of The Fifth Gospel ("5G") in 1972. I am flattered when anyone quotes it and mystified when nationally notorious speakers pass it off as a work of their own imagination.The water fight is the signature scene in this 20 character, one actor play. It is a hilarious and important opportunity to see "God among us."
By the second or third performance the requests started, "Do you have this on tape, for sale?" In those days "on tape" meant audio cassettes. My discomfort with selling stuff kept me from creating "5G" products for a some years. Eventually there was a two cassette package of the play plus a one hour Q&A recorded on a college campus. Eventually a video was made and sold. Both versions were quite popular. The video even appeared on a few "Christian TV stations." I heard about these, though NO ONE ever asked permission to air the show. I'm sure they meant well.
Everyone I know who uses the theatre arts as a traveling ministry has had their material pilfered, purloined, copied, lifted, and stolen. Some, who publish scripts of their work, know of scores of productions of their work that did not purchase scripts or acquire performance rights. Even if performed to a non-paying audience, it is illegal to use these works without permission in any setting. This is income taken out of their pockets.
Ignorance of these simple, widely known laws is no excuse. It's ignorant.
Many times I have had the "but it's just for our church/camp/campus" conversation. I always ask, "Will their be refreshments at this event?"
"Sure."
So, I have to ask, "Did you steal the food, too,?"
All this to say that for so long I have not been comfortable navigating the commercial products side the speaking biz. But I have found ways to live with all the choices, requests, and expectations.
Eventually I became aware of the efficacy of "tapes" and now DVD's, CD's, and other versions of my workshops and performances. (I benefit from the resources of other speakers and artists.) Just last week, at the annual Writing for the Soul conference, in Denver, I had several attendees relate how often they had re-listened to my Recapturing Your Creative Spirit keynote from last year's conference. There is new McStuff being developed in the resource pipeline.These items will all be an extension of what I hope to accomplish in live settings.
More importantly I know how often I have gotten educated, inspired, coached, entertained, and affirmed by podcasts, CD's, and videos of everyone from Earl Palmer, Ken Davis, Dennis Prager, and Roy Williams (Wizard Academy and Monday Morning Memo), to Ted Swartz, Anita Renfroe, Guy Kawasaki, Curt Cloninger, Ron Carlson, and the TED talks (to name, and link, just a few favorites.)
Enter the new social media—Facebook, Twitter, email, and web logs. It struck me as just a bit silly this Christmas as I was approached one thousand "friends" on my "C. McNair Wilson" Facbook cite. (The "C" is silent.)
At a gathering of 400 wonderfully creative Salvation Army youth workers, mid January, in California, it was suggest I create a "fan" page. Wow, I hate that word, too—fan. But I had with my own free will joined a bucket-full of fan pages with great enthusiasm. I found a way to make it work for me. Best part is I don't have to "confirm" everybody or anything. You too can join up.
The Irish Oatmeal Foundation, in association with Facebook, presents:
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Timpani Drum Roll
" McNair Wilson International Fan Club & Dry Cleaning "
Have a look. Become a fan, or . . . don't. Check out my speaking and performance schedule. I hope we'll work together LIVE and SOON. When we release a new book, DVD, t-shirt, or inspirational money clip buy a case and we'll make more McStuff.
"Excuse me, can I get some more hot water for my Assam, please? You're closing? Well, where's the light switch, I'll close up."