I realize that I missed my regularly scheduled blog posting yesterday; I was busy.
The Church of the Village had its usual Christmas Pageant yesterday morning, and I participated in it. As might be expected, I was far from being the focal character. I was not Jesus, and neither was I Mary (happily), Joseph, shepherd, nor magus.
No, I was King Herod.
Admittedly, I made a fine King Herod, entering sneeringly, standing condescendingly, speaking snarlingly (and without amplification, I might add, though I filled the unusually full sanctuary with the sound of my voice), and drawing much in the way of boos and hisses.
Certainly, it was not the first time I have been thus received. It was, though, the first time when such a reaction was appropriate.
In just over a week, Sonya and I will be heading back to the Hill Country for the holidays and the wedding. Less than a month remains until there will be another married pair of Elliotts, and I look forward to it.
The Church of the Village had its usual Christmas Pageant yesterday morning, and I participated in it. As might be expected, I was far from being the focal character. I was not Jesus, and neither was I Mary (happily), Joseph, shepherd, nor magus.
No, I was King Herod.
Admittedly, I made a fine King Herod, entering sneeringly, standing condescendingly, speaking snarlingly (and without amplification, I might add, though I filled the unusually full sanctuary with the sound of my voice), and drawing much in the way of boos and hisses.
Certainly, it was not the first time I have been thus received. It was, though, the first time when such a reaction was appropriate.
In just over a week, Sonya and I will be heading back to the Hill Country for the holidays and the wedding. Less than a month remains until there will be another married pair of Elliotts, and I look forward to it.