I attended a living nativity this year for the first time. I had never been to one before was because my opinion of them was…boring, even though every one I’ve heard of was free. And because I become so involved with hundreds of other holiday events that I never took the time to go to one. Perhaps it was my virgin experience of attending one which had such a profound effect on me. But I can’t stop thinking about this wonderful experience of a live nativity.
The setting took place in a barn. The audience sat on bales of hay. The youth of a church were the actors. The shepherds carried goats. (Sheep this time of year would have been too heavy for 12-year-old boys to carry.) Throughout the performance, a cow mooed, a rooster crowed, and the sheep and goats and donkeys and ducks were silent.
I was also impressed with the historical accuracy when the wise men (astrologers from Asia) came to visit, and there was a two-year-old boy acting as Jesus.
Afterwards, there was a petting “zoo,” and tons of homemade cookies and fudge.
The experience got my husband and me thinking about rural values and the work ethics of country folk, and how politically incorrect the live nativity was on many levels. But this bloggster found it all adorable and charming.
I took several photos, but our new computer has not yet been trained to ready my iPhone. Next year I hope to return to the event, and by that time, should have figured out the whole photo to computer to blog post deal.