Easter Liturgy - Panic Alert!

I glanced around the wing. Everyone was hissing, but I only heard a high-pitched beep in my head. I felt light-headed, and my heart was thudding fit to burst in my chest. Two dribbles of panic sweat raced each other down my flushed face. All of my excitement was drowned in fear. I was in turmoil.

I was screaming my head off - inside my head. Everything backstage was spinning in a panic frenzy. My sheet was falling off, and Bernadette was attempting to calm me down, making me take deep breaths. I could not relax! The audience was practically drooling in anticipation. AND I WAS NOT READY!

My halo had gone missing. Not under my shirt, not on my head, not in my bag… oh help! Suddenly, I trod on something poky and something lacey. My wings and halo!

Ultimately, I did make it, but only with seconds to spare. I sauntered onstage casually, like nothing had gone haywire, but I was still white-faced and shaking like an earthquake had just struck.

“He will be crucified, and will rise again on the third day,” announced Torah, and I flounced offstage along with Niqi, panting and wiping my brow, like I was a penguin in Africa’s climate. Phew!

Goodness gracious, I was so relieved! I was as content as the beaming sun outside the dark hall. Oh no! I have to set up the next scene! Bye!