About the Core Group of DULAANG SIBOL
What does Dulaang Sibol hope to be? How
do I, as its founder and moderator, envision it?
I have a dream—a dream I would very
much want to share with young people, who are in honest search of a timamanukin like mine. The name of that
dream is Dulaang Sibol. It is
perhaps a bit crazy, like all worthwhile dreams are. I dream of a gathering of
friends, who trust one another, who are alive to each other, who share
selflessly with one another what they have, what they are, even what they hope
to be; and share with a generosity that is prodigal almost. I dream of a
gathering of friends, where, because of mutual support, each can spread his
wings and fly farther than each has ever dared to fly before. I dream of a
gathering of friends, where, together, the members can work for something they
believe in with all their young might, poured out with a recklessness that is
holy almost.
I believe in the holiness of such a
dream, because if one can learn to be generous to the point of pain in one
venture or towards one person, might not one also be disposed to want to be
generous a second time, a third time, a fourth time; might he not in the end
even welcome all of life and all of men with arms outflung like the arms of
Christ on the cross?
I am honestly convinced that every
Christian school worth that precious adjective, should be able to offer
opportunities for such a challenge—not for all, I agree, but for the “crazy”
few, touched with the madness of martyrs and poets. As you can see, I see
theatre as an outstandingly humanizing experience. Theatre is symbolized by the
crying-laughing mask; and the true Sibol man behind the Sibol mask is not an
actor merely; but hopefully, prayerfully, humbly—a man lyrically in love with
life, a man vibrantly for others, a christ.