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We hardly have to look at it, really. We have the scene so thoroughly memorized. . . . The content is always so entirely predictable--who's there, where they'll stand, what they'll be doing. I'm not sure how it happens that something so full of wild content ends up seeming year after year so unsurprising, so nearly mundane. This is the story about God made flesh in the womb of Mary, God born into the world, as a baby, through the birth canal, in a barn. You'd think we might feel a little shocked every time we encounter it.
I've been thinking maybe someone should start a small group of guerilla activists whose task it would be to plant shocking figures in manger scenes. . . . Suburban housewives will shriek when they find Batman figures on the roof of the manger. . . . Churches will be horrified to find Barbies and plastic dinosaurs on their altars. But people will pay attention. They will look twice. Thay may even stop their car. --Debbie Blue, Sensual Orthodoxy
Love it.
Is the pink stuffed animal part of the orginal set, a replacement or a colorful addition?
Ahem, Andy, are you just kidding? Didn't you read the text?
Even big pink googly aliens, or perhaps ESPECIALLY big pink googly aliens, worship at the feet of Christ.
Lovely pic and text, Renae.
*lol*
Thanks for sharing, Renae. It IS startling that such a thing can seem so ordinary!
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