Last year, in an effort to try to make our church congregation Christmas gathering more Christ-focused, someone came up with the idea to do a walking nativity.
Some people in our congregation live on some farm properties adjacent to our neighborhood complete with horses and sheep and even a couple llamas and alpacas.
So we held that walking nativity over there.
We lined the streets with luminaries (which made it so magical to me), and families could be safe during covid to walk to each station to bring to life the story of the nativity. Loved that so many neighbors joined in who weren’t part of our congregation (I sure hope all our neighbors know they are invited to everything, sometimes it’s tough to make people feel welcome with no pressure of conversion, you know? I’d welcome any thoughts on that!)
So last weekend was our second annual “Walk to Bethlehem” and I loved it all over again.
So did Lucy…see her up there just chatting away with those angels?
Let’s back up though because see this beautiful friend of mine in the middle here below?
She is an exceptionally talented seamstress (she is the one who did an emergency fix on Elle’s dress she was wearing to Max & Abby’s wedding when my other friend accidentally burned a hole through it with the iron the morning of the wedding…ha!).
She made the most incredible clothing for the nativity.
We had angels:
(she made those breastplates with thick leather, huge process, she really is so talented!)
No outfits necessary for these guys:)
The Roman soldiers greeted everyone taking “taxes” (donations for the Afghan refugees who are coming in droves here to the desert right now):
The wise men:
The angels and the shepherds:
A better look at those shepherds tending their flocks:
…and on to Mary and Joseph and that little baby Jesus:
After visitors walked to those stations, they ended up here visiting for a while.
It was a good night.
How grateful I was to reflect, with all those people I love, on the birth of that tiny baby in that stable all those years ago.
After we got things cleaned up and packed back up again (it was a lot of work, but well worth it!), I came home and started putting together the stockings for the refugees we got all the donations for.
That project spilled out into multiple days of taking over the family room, but loved the opportunity to think about any love we can give to those people coming to a different land during tough times, maybe partially as a symbol of love for that holy nativity family who made their own journey to foreign lands all those years ago.