"I am the light of the world.
Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness,
but will have the light of life."
Jesus, John 8:12
Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness,
but will have the light of life."
Jesus, John 8:12
The past two Saturdays have been over the top for my husband and me as we drove to Phoenix both weekends to see our grandson perform in the musical, The Jersey Boys. I had never seen the play nor did I know anything about the story of the group known as the Four Seasons, but when I saw it, I recognized some of their music, which was popular during my youth. The real treat, however, was watching our grandson act the part of Franki Valli, the star of the musical group. Not only did he flawlessly perform the fast-moving, breath-taking choreography, but also he sang song after song in that “octave jumping” high falsetto voice that made the real Frankie Valli famous.
As I sat in the audience, I cannot adequately put into words how proud I was of this young man, especially near the end of the play as in a black tuxedo he stood alone on the stage with the spotlight on him as he sang Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You and Fallen Angel. It was surreal and it was all I could do to stay in my seat. When I looked at my husband’s face, his eyes were brimming with tears as were mine. Our grandson’s performance was absolutely amazing, and it wasn’t just us who noticed, for he connected with the audience in a way that made many jump to their feet as the show concluded.
Needless to say, my heart was soaring as I left the theater and walked to the ladies room where I found a long line of women, all of whom were excitedly talking about the performance they had just seen. I listened for a moment, but then couldn’t resist telling them that the one they were talking about was my grandson. One woman said, “You must be so proud,” to which the other women quickly agreed. But then one woman looked right at me and said: “I see the resemblance. He has your nose!” Now I don’t know if she was trying to be super witty or merely poking fun at my exuberance. But as I walked away I couldn’t help but think that if it is true that my grandson reflects me, I hope it’s more than just my nose. I hope he reflects something in my character that’s worthy of reflection.
But more than that, I hope he always reflects Jesus, the One who is the light of the world. For if he does that, no matter what role he plays in the future, he will always shine!
Blessings and love to all,
Judy Rose Grubaugh
As I sat in the audience, I cannot adequately put into words how proud I was of this young man, especially near the end of the play as in a black tuxedo he stood alone on the stage with the spotlight on him as he sang Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You and Fallen Angel. It was surreal and it was all I could do to stay in my seat. When I looked at my husband’s face, his eyes were brimming with tears as were mine. Our grandson’s performance was absolutely amazing, and it wasn’t just us who noticed, for he connected with the audience in a way that made many jump to their feet as the show concluded.
Needless to say, my heart was soaring as I left the theater and walked to the ladies room where I found a long line of women, all of whom were excitedly talking about the performance they had just seen. I listened for a moment, but then couldn’t resist telling them that the one they were talking about was my grandson. One woman said, “You must be so proud,” to which the other women quickly agreed. But then one woman looked right at me and said: “I see the resemblance. He has your nose!” Now I don’t know if she was trying to be super witty or merely poking fun at my exuberance. But as I walked away I couldn’t help but think that if it is true that my grandson reflects me, I hope it’s more than just my nose. I hope he reflects something in my character that’s worthy of reflection.
But more than that, I hope he always reflects Jesus, the One who is the light of the world. For if he does that, no matter what role he plays in the future, he will always shine!
Blessings and love to all,
Judy Rose Grubaugh