Last week, Anastasis students finished reading Frankenstein and visited the Denver Center of Performing Arts to see the play. Below are some of their reflections.
We are all monsters underneath our bright and shiny flesh. When that monster is locked up, we can find love. When he is roaming free, all we know is hate. My monster struggles with hate, fear, and kindness. We can’t control the monster, the monster controls us. That monster is not a creature because of the hate that he contains in its cold hard heart. The monster has a heart, but it is frozen; paralyzed. Our monster knows us better than we do. That monster is the devil. No matter how perfect we may think we are, there is always something hidding, something buried that the devil is telling our hearts. –Mak
Love can be like a wave, some days you love more than other days. How can we love when we are always the first to judge others by their apperance? I have times where I judge others by their apperance even though, I know it’s not right. I need to be aware and love on others. Why do we make fun of people who are different than us, when really we only see the 10% of them. Instead we should get to know their epic and love on one another. In Frankenstein all the creature ever wanted was to have someone love him. Even though he looked different than what society “normally” sees. “I am what Frankenstein and the world has made me.” (Shelley 73) One drop in the ocean can change the patterns in the water just like, people around us reflect and shape who we are. Lets reach out and put love into action. We all have love, even the creature that Frankenstein created had love, we just need to uncover where it is and release it into the world. –Maddie
I scrunch my face in digust because my eyes only latch upon the flesh. When the only thing my eyes have learned to feast upon is the cover of a book I miss out on beautiful story inside. My eyes have decieved me so I view people as monsters yet they are only creatures. They mean no harm. I learned that sometimes we must become blind to hear the heart. I seek beauty yet I act like a beast. I cast out others making them feel unloved, unwanted, and of no purpose. Yet sometimes I have felt as an outcast myself. A longing for contribution dwells within so when we are thrown out of society we become clueless we become consumed by fear. We are made to be in fellowship and we are made to love and be loved. I feel comfort when I am loved so I try contain it to myself. The world constantly tells me that if I’m comfortable there’s no point in leaving that state. I have learned that sometimes the hardest thing to do is love, but when we do… love becomes our hope for change. I must break from what my eyes want me to see. I must not see only from my eyes, but also from my heart. –Macie
Love is the one gift that God has given us that can never be changed or taken away. Love is forever and hate is brief. All the creature wanted was to love someone, and for someone to love him in return. Our souls are not complete without love. The good news for us is that we are already so filled with love. The love from God will keep our souls healthy and living. “My heart is bad and black because of you Frankenstein, because you killed my only change at love”(The creature). Frankenstein, the play, was a show that I will never forget. It showed that our world cares so much of what others apprencence is that we don’t even look at what their true colors are. Then the more we neglect people the more their colors become duller and duller. Then once we start loving them and showing them what we were meant to do the colors will be reborn. We all need to be more aware of the one’s that feel unloved, the ones feel like an outsider. We were made to spread love in until the day our love becomes our final personal legend. –Angelina
Fear stops me at the surface, revenge is in my blood, pride corrupts me, I crave to be loved, I am Frankenstein, I am the creature. Humans are sinful creatures, some seen as monsters. There is no difference between Victor and his creation. Humans are both of them. I am both of them. When I feel like an outcast I mask my personality to fit in, I feel like a creature amongst the crowd of ‘normal’, so I change myself and become someone else. I drive past the homeless man on the corner of the street or the disabled person that looks different, yet I don’t have context, I don’t know what an amazing human they are and I won’t know because I just pass them. I desperately hate being the outcast, yet I glue them to that position. Why? Is it fear? Is it pride? Fear and pride pull me and I try, I really do try, to stick my heals in the ground and fight against them, but sometimes they succeed in dragging me away. When pride chokes me and slips into my mind I stop, I become someone God didn’t create me to be, I seek revenge against others, not for victory, but for my pride, my ego. ““I did it for science”“No, you did it for pride.”” (Frankenstein Play). We do things not even for accomplishing it, but for pride. When fear tangles me in it depths I’m lost and I don’t fight back. We all create our own reality though. I do not have to fear, I do not have to seek pride, I do not have to ignore others, yet it’s so easy and “it’s what everyone else does”. I have a chance to take the other path, the path where God frees me. Then, I will look beneath the surface, I do not have to take revenge, I do not have to fear, and I am loved. I seek community, so often it’s there next to me, but my eyes are looking straight ahead. I must look to my side and be at the sides of others. –Megan
Stand Again 