Messiah.

Handel's Messiah came to town, via a Korean chorus and orchestra (thus continuing my running tribute to the Koreans).  I actually had never heard it performed live before and never did I think that my first time would be in the motherland of all places.

Its coming didn't come without its ma fan, which could be said of the original coming (I speak of the one that happened some two thousand years ago).  The authorities again had something to say about this Messiah, but nevertheless the show went on, which I was glad for (especially for all the friends we had invited).  This proved pivotal in the original coming, as the whole course of mankind was redirected from that point forward.

I realize that the audience was lost without the lyrics, especially since it was sung in English (to tell the truth, I had trouble understanding the Konglish). So we tried our best at inserting a running commentary for our local friends.  This I thought ruined the music's effect, but then again He did choose the unlikely 'you' and 'me' to relay His message.  And interestingly, the Show goes on.