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This is an excerpt from the eulogy Ted Swartz wrote about Lee Eshleman of Ted & Lee TheaterWorks, a comedy duo that shared the bible through theater. (You can check out the link for the rest of the eulogy and for more informatoin.) They were absolutely brilliant. I saw them a few years ago at a youth conference where they created a whole play out of Peter and Andrew's reactions to all that Jesus was doing.
Even if you don't know who is he is, I think the eulogy is still extremely touching
"Lee was a man of paradoxes:
He was a great artist, both fine and graphic art, yet was colorblind. He was way better than he thought he was.
He was 6 foot 4 and not a basketball player.
A quicksilver wit who didn’t like improv and even more, didn’t like change of any kind.
He was amazed by the grace of God, yet had to work so hard to feel it.
His stage presence was strong and commanding, full of strong choices, done in a great voice, yet was angered by his passivity in life, his own perceived weaknesses.
He was loving, considerate and kind-yet he could be self-absorbed and selfish.
He loved puns, but had a one-of-a-kind understanding of the intricacies of humor and just how hard it could be.
A man of paradox:
He was a great Frisbee player, who loved The Guess Who, Elton John, Ellis Paul, Todd Snider, Paul McCartney, and The Bodeans.
He was a perfectionist.
He would eat anything. But he loved Bleu cheese dressing, mangos, banana peppers, collard greens, Rueben sandwiches and a good micro-brew.
Picking out gifts was an excruciating experience. It involved making a decision-which was difficult; it involved possibly disappointing someone, which was paralyzing.
He loved comfortable jeans, pajamas, and big shirts with sleeves that were long enough.
He had an….. uneven fashion sense.
He might have had, in his words, the world’s smallest bladder.
He had perhaps the worst sense of direction in the Western world. We both began to trust in his first instinct on which way to turn and always go in the opposite direction.
He had great teeth, flossed every day, and looked really good in blue. He was a handsome man.
He loved to sleep in-he snored.
He was too often afraid.
He loved words, Dan Ackroyd, Haikus, and speaking in Spanish.
He talked too loud on the cell phone. Listening to one-sided conversations in the dating years with Reagan was a sometimes disconcerting experience.
He hated to spend money.
He was an introvert, who needed his space away from people.
God, he was funny.
He forgave easily-He received forgiveness.
He was oh so exasperating.
*He loved Jesus. He loved the stories of the church’s grace, the church’s love, and the church’s charity; was greatly pained by stories of the church’s intolerance, violence and narrow mindedness.
He loved wrapping laughter around magical moments of God’s grace and presence-he also loved Squirrel Reunions and spews.
Last Sunday morning, in the last show we did, he once again played my brother. The last lines he spoke on stage were: “Do you think there will be enough?” His last physical act on stage was a hug.
He was gifted greatly, flawed greatly, he was greatly human; he was greatly loved by God and by so many in the world."
Someone posted on their websites guestbook:
I wonder if he's sitting with the real Peter and Andrew critiquing Fish Eyes [the play they wrote about the two brothers]?
Peter:"We loved it. We tuned in every time you played."
Lee: "Thanks, did we represent you accurately?"
Andrew: "You pretty much nailed the Peter character."
Peter: "Did not."
Andrew: "Did too...."
That is such an awesome thought... talking with Peter and Andrew in heaven...
This is an excerpt from the eulogy Ted Swartz wrote about Lee Eshleman of Ted & Lee TheaterWorks, a comedy duo that shared the bible through theater. (You can check out the link for the rest of the eulogy and for more informatoin.) They were absolutely brilliant. I saw them a few years ago at a youth conference where they created a whole play out of Peter and Andrew's reactions to all that Jesus was doing.
Even if you don't know who is he is, I think the eulogy is still extremely touching
"Lee was a man of paradoxes:
He was a great artist, both fine and graphic art, yet was colorblind. He was way better than he thought he was.
He was 6 foot 4 and not a basketball player.
A quicksilver wit who didn’t like improv and even more, didn’t like change of any kind.
He was amazed by the grace of God, yet had to work so hard to feel it.
His stage presence was strong and commanding, full of strong choices, done in a great voice, yet was angered by his passivity in life, his own perceived weaknesses.
He was loving, considerate and kind-yet he could be self-absorbed and selfish.
He loved puns, but had a one-of-a-kind understanding of the intricacies of humor and just how hard it could be.
A man of paradox:
He was a great Frisbee player, who loved The Guess Who, Elton John, Ellis Paul, Todd Snider, Paul McCartney, and The Bodeans.
He was a perfectionist.
He would eat anything. But he loved Bleu cheese dressing, mangos, banana peppers, collard greens, Rueben sandwiches and a good micro-brew.
Picking out gifts was an excruciating experience. It involved making a decision-which was difficult; it involved possibly disappointing someone, which was paralyzing.
He loved comfortable jeans, pajamas, and big shirts with sleeves that were long enough.
He had an….. uneven fashion sense.
He might have had, in his words, the world’s smallest bladder.
He had perhaps the worst sense of direction in the Western world. We both began to trust in his first instinct on which way to turn and always go in the opposite direction.
He had great teeth, flossed every day, and looked really good in blue. He was a handsome man.
He loved to sleep in-he snored.
He was too often afraid.
He loved words, Dan Ackroyd, Haikus, and speaking in Spanish.
He talked too loud on the cell phone. Listening to one-sided conversations in the dating years with Reagan was a sometimes disconcerting experience.
He hated to spend money.
He was an introvert, who needed his space away from people.
God, he was funny.
He forgave easily-He received forgiveness.
He was oh so exasperating.
*He loved Jesus. He loved the stories of the church’s grace, the church’s love, and the church’s charity; was greatly pained by stories of the church’s intolerance, violence and narrow mindedness.
He loved wrapping laughter around magical moments of God’s grace and presence-he also loved Squirrel Reunions and spews.
Last Sunday morning, in the last show we did, he once again played my brother. The last lines he spoke on stage were: “Do you think there will be enough?” His last physical act on stage was a hug.
He was gifted greatly, flawed greatly, he was greatly human; he was greatly loved by God and by so many in the world."
Someone posted on their websites guestbook:
I wonder if he's sitting with the real Peter and Andrew critiquing Fish Eyes [the play they wrote about the two brothers]?
Peter:"We loved it. We tuned in every time you played."
Lee: "Thanks, did we represent you accurately?"
Andrew: "You pretty much nailed the Peter character."
Peter: "Did not."
Andrew: "Did too...."
That is such an awesome thought... talking with Peter and Andrew in heaven...