Nerves swim accross my belly only at the thought of people that I know being an audience member on this opening weekend.  I've set the script aside for an hour to recognize the subject matter and my participation in this production as an act of worship. 

And so I sway accross my seat with the sounds of praise streaming from the speakers.  Lifting my eyes up and crying to the old hymm, "How great thou Art."  It never fails to touch the deepest part of me.