I've been digging through winter clothes. Yes, it's that time, but not because of what you think. Winter comes later. First comes the Christmas Trail.
The church I attend presents an outdoor Christmas pageant at our church park, Lelia Tuttle Memorial Park. The location is perfect. In fact, we wrote the script to fit the trail we carved out through the woods. Well, more like we chose scripture from the Bible, both Old and New Testaments, to present the story of Christ's birth in an open air worship experience. Visitors meet at the shelter and divide into groups. Guides escort the groups past scenes telling...no, not telling, showing...the beautiful story of the birth of the Christ child.
It's happening. This weekend, Friday December 2 through Sunday, December 4.
It hasn't happened for two years. Thanks/no thanks, Covid!
Because we were unable to have the Christmas Trail, I came up with the bright idea to write a book about it, a comic book. One very talented young lady in our congregation, Cheyenne Kimberlin, illustrated it. Her very talented computer saavy father, Scott, helped me with the technicalities, and believe me, self publishing a comic book requires saavy I didn't have.
The premise of the book is based on a true happening, when two girls mistook the guide's comment of "marshmallows, too" to be "marshmallow stew." I took it from there and didn't let the truth get in the way of a good Christmas story.
The story of Mary and Joseph and the baby Jesus follows the same story as what is presented in the trail and that follows what is presented in holy scripture. Cartoon replaced reality.
Now that we are back to a new post-covid normal, we are once again doing live performances. Isaiah begins with prophecy. We meet Mary, Joseph, (six different of each, by the way) Elizabeth, a Roman soldier, shepherds, inn keeper and wife, angels and wise men.
Come if you can. December 2, 3 and 4, tours start at 6:30pm, leave every seven minutes until 8:30.
And. There will be marshmallows, too.
Catch of the day,
Gretchen
