The Show Must Go On

You never know when you’re going to need an extra baby Jesus this time of year.  Take the Christmas of 2008, for example.  I needed five baby Jesuses, well, actually six, but who could have predicted the last one?

It was the biggest Christmas show of my life.   My team got to take over the Christmas Eve services for our church, which was a huge deal.  Five performances.  13,000 people.  They even televised the thing a week later.  A smarter man would have used a doll for baby Jesus, but not me.  I couldn’t settle for anything less than a real, live baby.  This was Jesus’ birthday, for crying out loud – a gold, frankincense and myrrh kind of day.  A cheap, plastic doll would never do.   

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