The Coshocton County Beacon January 8, 2020 - Page 19

Colin Mochrie brings new show to the Performing Arts Center NEW PHILADELPHIA - Prepare yourself for the unexpected when HYPROV: Improv Under Hypnosis comes to the Per- forming Arts Center at Kent State University - Tuscarawas on Saturday, Jan. 18 with a special 8:30 p.m. performance time. From the minds of improv and comedy legend Colin Mo- chrie and Master Hypnotist Asad Mecci comes a brand new, mind-blowing, jaw-dropping, side-splitting show. Hypnosis and Improv -- two art forms that have mystified and enter- tained fans, skeptics and everyone in between for decades worldwide – come together as two masters of their crafts unite for a totally unique comedy experience, HYPROV: Improv Under Hypnosis. How it Works: Twenty random volunteers from the audi- ence will be put under hypnosis by Master Hypnotist Asad Mecci (the process of which is a show in its own right), their inhibitions evaporated and their minds no longer their own. The contestants are methodically and hysterically whittled down until the five best are left on stage when one of the world’s leading improvisers enters! Co-Creator Colin Mochrie takes the stage to improvise with the top five while they are still under hypnosis, turning the show into an improv extravaganza! In the hands of two masters, and solely crafted from the audience’s uninhibited subconscious, this will be an entire- ly original and completely unforgettable theatrical experi- ence, for who knows where the unconscious mind will go… Subject matter may be for mature audiences. Tickets for HYPROV: Improv Under Hypnosis start at $34 and are on sale now at the Performing Arts Center box of- fice, 330-308-6400 or online at The box office is open Monday through Friday 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., and on Saturday from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. The Performing Arts Center’s 2019-2020 Season is spon- sored by Michael Taylor Insurance and Financial Incorpo- rated, an Allstate Agency. Free parking is available for all shows. Kent State Tuscara- was is located at 330 University Dr. N.E. in New Philadelphia. Cooper has record- breaking series GARAWAY - River View boys bowling competed in the Garaway Holiday Classic on Saturday, Dec. 28. Leading the boys in the tournament was Justin Cooper with a record-breaking series of 498. Following close behind him was fresh- man TJ Crosby. Returning in action on Monday, Dec. 30, the black bears took on Indian Valley. The black bears fell short in the contest 1,710 pins to 2,268 pins. The team was led by senior Brice Starcher with a 307 two game series. The bowling teams will be back in action Saturday January 4th in the Muskingum University invite in Heath at noon. Contributed | Beacon Contributed | Beacon The Christmas presence Mike Jansen | Contributed COSHOCTON - “Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!” Luke 2:14. This year Sandy rented a house near Cooperstown, NY for our family to spend Christmas. Though we had to travel from Ohio, it was about the half way meeting point for our rapidly scat- tering hither-and-yon adult children. It had been years since we were able to get all eight kids under the same roof at the same time. Adding in Matt’s fabulous spouse and children brought our number to thirteen. I antici- pated a day of pandemonium fun colliding with absolute chaos, which is about how it turned out. Packages of all sizes, shapes, sorts and wrapping dis- guises were exchanged. The little ones are always a slam dunk. They liked everything. The early twenty-something twins have definitely moved into adulthood classifica- tion, they got so excited over boxers and socks! The hit for all the women – weighted blankets. Personally, I can’t understand why one would want to sleep with twenty pounds of sand distributed over the top of them but I have never been one to keep up with fad or fashion. For years, my favorite gift has been and continues to be a pound of orange slices and I am not talking about the ones with the Sunkist stickers that are supposed to be good for you! Better than the gifts, all seemed to so enjoy that time of banter and togetherness under our imported, pulled-from- retirement-for-the-occasion, artificial Christmas tree. Let’s talk food for a minute. Since Sandy was asleep when I rolled out early, I got to work first thing getting the appetizers set up. I started with bowls of caramel pop- corn, fancy chocolates, Chex mix, oranges and grapefruit for those that just had to start healthy, and a heaping bowl of “Grinch Bark.” If you’ve never had it before I as- sure you it is 80 times better than any dumb ol’ grapefruit you’ll ever meet! Next up, oven fresh and hot French toast casserole, heavy on the maple syrup. Who ever knew suffocation could be so pleasing? If death be a choice, let me go in that fashion. Amazing! All had such a great time catching up on one another’s lives. I listened spellbound as kids who just a few years JANUARY 8, 2020 ago couldn’t keep their room clean or get their homework done, thoughtfully articulated adult reflections with one another on their work, current affairs and the world around them. I wish I could have heard every conver- sation! Who would have known they would grow up to become such interesting, capable, competent adults? Listening to them talk and witnessing how they were turning out was my favorite present! Around seven that evening, Chris bounced out. He had to be to work early Thursday to begin special training for a new software program coming his way at work after the first of the year. Thirty minutes or so after he left, he called with a blown tire. His last Christmas present for the evening, the spare was flat. I hopped in the car to go help him dislodge the lug nuts rusted onto the rim and come up with a Plan B. Next morning, we rolled out at six to be the first ones at Wal-Mart to see if we could get him going. That’s when we met Deon. He looked to be about thirty. At seven in the morning he was wearing a uniform with the day before’s dirt and an invisible load of three hundred pounds upon his shoulders. Trying to lighten the mood, I decided to zero in on some small talk. “Did you have a wonderful Christ- mas?” I asked. His shoulders slumped another three hun- dred pounds worth, his head just drooped and he shook it side to side, not saying a word. Schooled again on how thoughtless I can sometimes be, I shot a quick rebound. “I’m so sorry!” No response. Missed again. For the next fifteen minutes as I watched him quietly and competently change the tire, I speculated on the differences between Don and Chris. Chris had just en- joyed a filled-to-the-brim, food, folks and fun Christmas day with his family. Like many of us, life hasn’t always been easy for Chris, but he knows he has a family and the LORD who love him deeply. If he’s ever in need he knows we are only a phone call away. He’s a part of us and we are a part of him. Nothing will ever change that. Be it Cooperstown, NY, Outer Banks, NC, Coshocton, OH or anywhere in between, he knows he has a place at our ta- ble, party and lives anytime. He also knows that one day down the road, there’s a seat waiting at the banquet table of all time with his name on it. Even when life is tough that constant is always there for Chris. And he knows it. That wasn’t the vibe I got from Deon. I figured Deon has no idea who Jesus was or continues to be. A Savior who set aside His Glory to rescue all man- kind for all of time. A teacher, a counselor, a comforter, a friend. For the folks who really know Him, never again will pain triumph in their lives. The joy can begin anew through every situation starting right now! I wonder if Deon had any family. If he did, how do they get along? I wondered if anyone had given him a Christmas gift, shared with him that he mattered, expressed an appre- ciation that he was alive and loved him for nothing more than just being himself. Christians so take all that for granted sometimes, don’t we? I was feeling that nudge, reminding me that I had a gift I could share. I usually have enough in my pocket for my needs and often some to send along for others. “LORD give me your words!” I prayed. As Deon turned to leave after mounting the tire, I mounted up my courage and spoke. “Hey Deon, I want to thank you for changing that tire. It means a lot to us. By the way, I am sorry about your Christmas. Let’s make the day after a little better than the day before. I want you to have this, Thanks and Merry Christmas” I pressed a gift into his hand. I could see he was shocked “No man, I can’t take that.” Yes, you can, Deon. Yes, you can. Take the gift. Christ- mas opportunity still awaits. While you are at it, receive the gift of all time. Get rescued everything and anything that ever pushed you down. Meet Jesus and take His gift. One that lasts for all time. Merry Christmas! I thought I saw a smile as he turned away. A sad smile but at least it was a start. I’m so glad I opened the present offered to me in Christ so many years ago. Deon, I hope this is the year you do the same. Take the present. For those of you who know what I am talking about, I hope you get a chance to give His Pres- ence. Keep your eyes open and do it as often as you can. Merry Christmas and a very happy New Year to all! Mike Jansen is the pastor at the Coshocton Christian Tabernacle. THE BEACON 19