
Yesterday My family and I went to go see a "rock opera." I must say, I went into it not knowing what to expect. I knew the fellow who wrote the music, and I was intrigued by the premise. The opera is called "The Twelve" and retells the story of Jesus, but from the viewpoint of the 12 disciples entirely. You never even see Jesus the whole time.
I've blogged before on "JC Superstar" and how I dig the music even though it's message is confused. This production got the message right and the music was every bit as throttling, perhaps more so.
The story is told by the elderly Apostle John who, when the play opens is in exile on the island of patmos. He proceeds to recount the whole story of Jesus and His 12 dudes. In the beginning, you find James, John, Andrew, and Peter all looking for adventure and true destiny. You see their brotherliness and their humor and you really love these guys. You hear how Christ called them, including Matthew the tax collector. You are then toured through key highlight moments during Jesus's ministry; the raising of lazarus, the water to wine deal during the wedding at Cana, exorcisms, healings, etc.
The Disciples are stoked to be part of this. Their longing for adventure and destiney has found fulfillment. All the while, tension and opposition is mounting from the chief priests and the teachers of the law. And then, what's really interesting, is that you see nothing of the passion narrative. YOu have Gethsemane, and then in the next sequence, Good Friday is over, and the Chief Priests are reveling in the end of Jesus's ministry.
Persecution ensues after the ascension, and the Disciples begin seeing how following their master is no longer the fun and adventure they initially hoped for. This will cost them. Peter loses his wife, and his life. James also is martyred. At one point, the disciples are all flogged.
The most jarring moment for me was at the end when the elderly apostle John is out on stage with the young apostle John while young John is mourning the death of his brother James, and Peter, realizing all that is at stake if he continues to follow his Lord. He is counting the cost.
Blown away. I keep saying that, but I'm usually super critical when it come to "Christian art" because it usually falls into a category all its own that is sub-par, cliche, safe, boring, flowery, and usually bad.
The Twelve was none of those things. It was good, good art. And it left an indelible mark on my soul. Good, good stuff. Learn more and watch some videos here.













