When the curtain goes up...
Illustration
When the curtain goes up in Fiddler on the Roof, a dim light outlines a house. As the light grows stronger, you see the roof. Then music, violin music. Where is it coming from? Oh there, a fellow on that sloping roof with a violin at his chin and a bow in his hand. He's sawing back and forth. But what a place for him to be playing a violin!
It taxes him to stand there. Life taxes him too, all the problems of a father with five unmarried daughters. The story unfolds with its humor and pathos. Days go by. Changes come. That's the way with life. There's a sort of rhythm to life, you know. We come; we go. We start; we finish. We work; we play. Days come; days go. Just like the song has it: "Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset."
With the sunrise, the day begins. With the sunset, the day ends. But, the Christian gospel reverses that order. The world says: Sunrise, sunset. The gospel says: "Sunset, sunrise!"
The sun sets for all of us, but there is a sunrise tomorrow! Sunrise for eternity!
It taxes him to stand there. Life taxes him too, all the problems of a father with five unmarried daughters. The story unfolds with its humor and pathos. Days go by. Changes come. That's the way with life. There's a sort of rhythm to life, you know. We come; we go. We start; we finish. We work; we play. Days come; days go. Just like the song has it: "Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset."
With the sunrise, the day begins. With the sunset, the day ends. But, the Christian gospel reverses that order. The world says: Sunrise, sunset. The gospel says: "Sunset, sunrise!"
The sun sets for all of us, but there is a sunrise tomorrow! Sunrise for eternity!
