Peach State says: Tis the Season Part 2
Well the black clothes were put on one last time for the show and off I headed in the the city once more. All of my character put on and tied complete with the scarf on my head. These streets of Bethlehem, I know too well, wind through the merchants and street vendors. I head past the Synagogue to a storyteller reminding the visitors of prophecies old. The manager of the Inn is standing outside with his wife telling those seeking rest “There is no room”. He turns and tells a young boy about letting a young couple expecting their first child use the stables out back. The little boy sets off to the stables and I follow. “Is this the birth the storyteller spoke about?” As I follow the boy around the corner past the animals I see a bright light filing the sky. There were angels singing and shepherds bowing with some Wise Men coming from the East. They were focused on this young couple and their child and the visitors drew closer to see. I heard gasp when the small baby moved in the arms of his mother Mary. A child standing close by softly said “Mommy, the baby looked over at me.” There was a man whose tears began to flow seeing the picture of love in this scene. “Jesus Christ is born this day in the City of Bethlehem” sang the angels “Peace and Goodwill to all Men”. The angels fade out of sight and the Roman guards order us to “Move along” in sharp, loud screams. We head out of this peaceful, quaint town to find ourselves on a hill.
Three crosses stood there with a man on each. Each left suffering and hanging to die. The Roman’s had no pity to share. The one in the middle seemed at peace with this end and quietly hung down his head. The Romans pierced his side with a spear and left him alone to die. The scene then changed and in a garden we stood. The guards protecting the doorway of a tomb and angry they should have to wait. “Why are we here, nothing will happen” they mumbled to each other. Then suddenly the stone rolled away from the tomb and the guards run away in a fright. “The tomb it is empty” they cry as the leave. “No one came to the tomb at all” Then a woman comes and bows down to give her respects and sees the Jesus is gone. A man comes to her and she begs him to say where the body of her dear Lord is laid. He tells and she begins weeping for joy because He is Risen indeed. The visitors are silent and muffled sniffling occurs through the final turn away from this sight. If only everyone who saw this believed what they saw what a glorious night it would be. I leave the area for the last time and remove my character knowing I will return next year. I want to be here when the visitors come again. I want them to hear the good news about Him. To share the news that Jesus was born in a stable filled with animals and hay. He died on a cross 33 years later and rose from the dead just for us. To save us from an eternal pit forever in his arms we will dwell.
I know this is a bit over the top and a bit Shakespearean is meter. I apologize for this but and it’s all I could do not to sound Dr. Seuss.