My oldest daughter Lexy was a theater major in New York City.
Lexy was a stage manager with aspirations to work on Broadway.
On the ladder up, she became involved with what is labeled “Off Off Broadway” and “Off Broadway” plays.
Four years ago I visited Lexy in NYC and attended Shakespeare’s, “Twelfth Night”, which she worked with.
These folks did a great job with the production, though I am not a fan of Shakespeare.
Most of the seats were filled.
I was in the back row.
We were twenty minutes into the play when a family walked in.
I caught a glimpse of them from the corner of my eye.
The lady was gawking into the pitch darkness for empty seats.
The only ones were next to me.
I did the neighborly thing.
I stretched out my hand towards them, beckoning to the seats next to me.
This red-head caught sight of my waving hand, thanked me, and proceeded to sit with her small children, placing her son squarely on her lap.
I found it creepy when several people turned around, goggling and muttering something to her about meeting at a party.
During the remainder of the play this woman lovingly and patiently with a gentle voice described to the child on her lap what was going on, even singing along to the Shakespearian songs.
I was struck by her tender spirit.
The lights went up for intermission.
My daughter ran to me, eyes protruding like fried eggs.
“Do you know who the person sitting next to you is?” she laughed.
“No”, I calmly said.
“It’s Cynthia Nixon from Sex in the City”.
I don’t watch TV. You can ask my wife.
I responded to Lexy, “Who’s Cynthia Nixon and what is Sex in the City?”
When the play finished Cynthia Nixon gave me her multi colored program.
Everyone else had black and white ones.
She went on to stay, talk to the crew and sign autographs.
For me, Cynthia and her family were people whom God had called me to love and serve.
The Bible tells us to reach out to strangers and be hospitable to them.
This was one day that I was glad that I am not a TV watcher.
We over estimate TV stars too much.
As far as I saw, Cynthia Nixon is an everyday person, an awesome mom and a genuinely decent human being.
She and her family were folks simply in needs of seats, and the Holy Spirit was attentive to provide them.