As Aaron walked in from Church, he said “Reverend E lit it up today – you know how she does.”
I never imagined myself being a church goer; for all of my spiritual life, I had been the type of person who chose to worship on my own. And somehow I find myself going to the East Bay Church of Religious Science consistently if not regularly. I love how they extend open arms to people of all faiths and beliefs and the diversity of amazing people who regularly attend.
But we’ve been really busy lately. Wednesday was a day of completion. We successfully made our match and Kickstarter goal, got the Digipak design to the printer, finished our new video for a news release, finalized the plan for the launch party, and did a new rev of investment docs. It was productive. It was also an all-nighter. My first in a long time; even in College, I was never one to procrastinate and then pull all nighters during hell week. Thursday morning, however, I rejoiced at sight of the morning sun, knowing that our efforts would be rewarded, ensuring that we would have a music video (paid for by Kickstarter) and CDs for the launch.
Suffice to say, church barely crossed my mind that morning; I was in a nesting mood, belatedly straightening up the house and I doing a little work too.
So I’m thinking “yep, I know how Reverend E does” and was seeing her big smile in my mind’s eye. Aaron then hands me a manila envelope with “Mr. Pacha” written on it in child writing. He says “You’ve to see this. After the service I almost got tackled by a six year old. This little girl runs up, and excitedly hands me this manila envelope with a tear on one end…”
I open the envelope and pull out a sheet of paper.
Aaron continues “the girl’s mother said the little girl came home from school saying that she had made a special project for Mr. Pacha at art class. Then she thanked me.”
My mind flashes back to the time that Aaron spoke about Pacha’s Pajamas at a Church service and did a book signing in the Church’s bookstore. Rev. E loves Pacha’s Pajamas and we’re arranging a performance for the congregants this Fall. I look on the other side of the paper, and there is a drawing of little girl whose head is the heart in a drawing of the phrase “I heart Nature,” two flowers, another picture of the girl’s face and hair, and a fruit bearing tree.
Mr. Pacha, indeed.
This is the power of Transformational Entertainment.
This is the power of Pacha’s Pajamas.
This is the power of Story.
We are inspiring kids to be superheros for nature!