- Julia Murney Fundraiser
- MST Autism Education Project
Julia Murney will perform a concert at The Sheldon Theatre on Monday, April 14th, 2014 at 7:00 PM to benefit the Mustard Seed Theatre Autism Education Project.
Julia played “Tami” in the NY production of Falling but is more known for playing “Elpheba” in Wicked. In St. Louis she played another “green girl” – she was “Fiona” in Shrek last year at the MUNY.
Tickets are $25.00 for the Balcony and $30.00 - $40.00 for Orchestra seats. A limited number of premium tickets are available for $125.00 which include free parking in the Sheldon parking lot and a private post-show reception with Julia and the St. Louis cast of Falling. Pre-sales to the Mustard Seed Theatre reprise of Falling will be on sale before and after the show.
Tickets are available through Metrotix at www.metrotix.com. For more information or questions, please contact the Mustard Seed Theatre box office Tuesdays, Thursdays or Fridays 10:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. at 314-719-8060.
The goal of Mustard Seed Theatre’s Autism Education Project is to create a valuable teaching tool for educators in a variety of settings. The reprised production of Falling this April at Mustard Seed Theatre will be professionally filmed and edited to create an educational DVD, with curriculum material for classes ranging from education to family counseling to behavioral analysis. The estimated cost for the entire project is $30,000.
The fundraiser event with Julia Murney at the Sheldon Concert Hall on March 3rd at 7:00 PM is the first step toward raising the funds for the project. Mustard Seed Theatre hopes to raise the first $20,000 to cover the cost of professional filming. Funds for editing and support materials will be raised after filming has been completed.
Tickets for the fundraiser are available through Metrotix at www.metrotix.com. For more information or questions, please contact the Mustard Seed Theatre box office Tuesdays, Thursdays or Fridays 10:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. at 314-719-8060.
Chuckling loudly, Bishop Desmond Tutu announced on an NPR interview: “Ours is a God of Surprises!”
When I started writing what eventually turned into the play FALLING, I wasn’t planning on writing a play. Maybe a non-fiction piece on parenting a teen with severe autism. Maybe a poem exploring my grief/joy as my older son moved away to college.
But the words just wouldn’t cooperate. Kept turning into scenes. Scary truths started spilling out on the pages, turning aspects of my reality into fictional honesty.
And I had to decide – would I surrender to the process? Would I take the chance of exposing myself, my family, my theatre company, to potential ridicule? Could I go to the deep places where fear and faith do battle? Could I really tell the truth?
Challenged by a colleague who said, “Just write and see what happens,” I wrote some more about what I sometimes jokingly refer to as “Extreme Parenting” (A Fabulous New Sport Coming to an Arena Near You!). I didn’t think that this story would be very interesting to anyone not raising a teenage son struggling with autism, but I wrote anyway.
I hired an amazing director and cast of actors. We worked, I rewrote, we argued, I rewrote – and then it opened. And then it sold out. We extended the run, twice, and still it sold out. And then it was optioned for a production Off-Broadway – which is now scheduled to open October 15th at the Minetta Lane Theatre.
And I realized that this isn’t a story about Autism. It’s a story about loving someone who is hard to love.
And we all have that in our lives, our families. (Just realized – God kind of models that sort of love - for us. Hmmmm.)
So I’m off on this adventure to New York – starting in September I’ll be there for rehearsals with the same Director and a great new cast. I feel a little like the pioneer women in the show I’m currently directing, who have to face down the wolves; except my wolves are the fear factory in my head telling me that I’m going to let down all the investors, friends and family who believe in the show. Or, perhaps worse, that I’m going to be successful and turn into something self-centered and false.
And God chuckles, I’m sure. When I flew out to Manhattan to participate in auditions for the show, I sat in the rooftop terrace of my hotel, reviewing plans for the following day. Something pulled my attention from my papers – a movement above me – and I watched in amazement as a single white feather casually fell on my table. I was sitting under a large canopy. There were no birds around, and no other feathers to be seen anywhere.
Those of you who have seen Falling will understand the significance of that symbol. For those of you who haven’t seen it, you’ll have to trust that it was a confirmation of God’s grace.