The purpose of the trip to Boston was to see my friend Staci, who served in the same mission as me, in the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular. It was so fun to get dressed up and go to the show.
The show was playing at the Want Theatre in the theatre district in Boston.
Kelli and I inside the theatre.
The inside of the theatre is amazing. Chandeliers, stone and marble everywhere.
There were so many parts of the show that I absolutely loved. The joy and happiness of Christmas. One of my favorite parts is the very last scene. The preform a live nativity. The actually have real camels, and lambs and a donkey. The costumes are absolutely beautiful. The live Nativity has been a part of the Christmas Spectacular since 1933. As the show ends and the curtain close you hear a reading of a testimony entitled....
"One Solitary Life"
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another obscure village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty. The for three years He was itinerant preacher. He never had a family or owned a home. He never set foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place he was born. He never wrote a book, or held an office. he did non of the things that usually accompany greatness. While He was still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. His friends deserted Him. He was turned over to His enemies, and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While He was dying, His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had - His coat. When He was dead, He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave. Two thousand years have come and gone, and today He is the central figure for much of the human race. All the armies that ever marched and all of the navies that ever sailed and all parliaments that ever sat and all kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as this "One Solitary Life"
He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another obscure village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty. The for three years He was itinerant preacher. He never had a family or owned a home. He never set foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place he was born. He never wrote a book, or held an office. he did non of the things that usually accompany greatness. While He was still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. His friends deserted Him. He was turned over to His enemies, and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While He was dying, His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had - His coat. When He was dead, He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave. Two thousand years have come and gone, and today He is the central figure for much of the human race. All the armies that ever marched and all of the navies that ever sailed and all parliaments that ever sat and all kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as this "One Solitary Life"
We met up with Staci after the show. She is so amazing. It was so fun to see her and be in Boston. I can't even wait to do it again!!!
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