Mobil Magi

Soon there will be 3 Wise Men creeping across our porch, searching for a Star and hearing Angels at the end (or beginning) of a dream.  These 3 guys will be securely stationed on huge sheets of plexiglass, deftly painted from my memories, readings, limitations and suppositions. Gosh, they've been fun to create.  Hopefully, the three kingly fellows will startle (?) pedestrians and or city travelers, and cause wonder about how those guys actually found the exact spot they were looking for, without so much as a GPS attached to a cell phone.  They wandered, on foot, through a desert looking at stars, following stinking, spitting camels, lugging  jars of stuff they thought was hugely important; carting it all that way to some tiny city out in the middle of nowhere, just because a few folks (and angels) mentioned there might be an event going on that they should attend.  What can a baby do with Frankincense anyhow?  (And how do you spell that anyway?)


On the opposite side of the porch we'll install more painted plexi with babe in manger, a couple of sheep herders, along with babe's mom and pop, kneeling in the hay next to the sheep dung.  I did try with my acrylics and brushes and various measures of water to create that sweet Mary face, and those rough woven robes and dresses (but I skipped the dung). Maybe some of our little neighbor kids will get the picture, and go oooh or awww at the sight of the little Savior as I did, as a child. These last two weeks as I painted, I realized we each were that babe of hope in our day. Most of us, at our birth, stood for all that was good, as we lay in our blankets and swaddles, and cute sinless innocence. Adults around us believed the world was good again, and right had come to live in their house, because the miracle of us had arrived. We were the perfect answer to the world, at that moment.  Let's believe again; not so much in us, because we've all probably failed at that innocence and goodness along our way. But this is the season to bring hope alive anew. Talk to God. Think about it. Think about a Savior. Read the story in Luke. It's good. It's time.


(I'll post some photos soon on Flickr.)