One of the many ways that we ministered to the people of Guatemala other than musically, was through dramas or skits. We brought over seas two dramas and I had the privilege of playing the devil in one of the dramas. (If you go youtube: CTI Dare Drama, you can see the drama performed by previous CTI summer teams. ) During the public Q&A at the end of our trip, we were asked the question, "how effective were the drama as a tool for sharing the Gospel?" So for this blog, I want to share with you my response to this question and how it not only was a way of ministering to other people but a daily reminder for my team of why we were doing what we were doing overseas.
So as I said, in one of the dramas, my role was the devil. I remember one concert when I had to share my testimony with a tie-in to the skit. That day while preparing for my testimony, I was reminded of the pain I had in my struggle with Satan. It was especially difficult to share that day as I felt as if I was still struggling; it was a problem yet to be resolved. When it was time, I shared about how there was a point in my life that Satan would attack me with lies of my self worth. I struggled with low self-esteem and it was difficult for me to see how a God could ever look at someone as broken as I was and want to save me...to love me. I struggled with feeling unloved and unworthy. I felt inadequate as a student and as a musician. I was in a very dark place and I needed something to bring me out of it.
I looked up and saw the kids that I was sharing with. I knew that the group of kids could relate to what I felt. I could see it in their faces that they understood what I was talking about. I could also see in their faces that they were waiting for me to tell them where they can find that hope and love. At this point, I had shared my testimony, shared the Gospel, and performed the skit so many times that I forgot how good of a news I was bringing to these kids. I was reminded of my struggles and was so focused on myself that I lost sight of how I was delivered and redeemed.
This is what I remember telling the kids: "You see, at the end of the day, and at the end of this skit, you will see Satan, or me on the floor. God will have saved man and He reigns above all things. Satan doesn't win this battle, God does. It will hurt- I have scars to prove it- and it will continue to hurt. But at the end of the day, remember that God wins and Satan will be on the floor. He will and already has been defeated."
In the skit, I played my own worst enemy;I took the place of my tormentor; I found myself on the floor at the end of it all- defeated. I walked away from the drama with battle scars. I am reminded everyday of how the battle has already been won. I am reminded everyday of how I am loved and saved by grace that I did not deserve. I am reminded of the sacrifice that was paid so that I don't have to live in that darkness anymore. Granted, this doesn't mean that my struggle will go away. In fact, it means quite the opposite. I still carry with me those scars for the rest of my life but there is great joy and hope that God uses the broken and wounded.
"But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies."
2 Corinthians 4:7-10
-Charlie
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