Monday, December 20, 2010

The Birth of the King

Several years back I wrote a series of posts in the days before Christmas called "The Birth of the King". I wanted to do something special this year for Christmas again, but I don't have time, especially seeing as how Christmas is almost upon us. . . . So I decided to link you to those previous posts so that you can go back and read those in order to help get you in the mindset of the true meaning of Christmas. I still like to look back and read them just before Christmas. At the time that I wrote these, I was going through a very hard time, my whole family was, so Jesus was pretty much the only thing that I could lean on without fear of Him falling and pulling me down with Him. Although many times I feared that He would also fail, I learned to trust Him in ways that I never had before. :) I hope that these posts can encourage you as much as they did me as I wrote them.
Assr vísa ykkarr or∂, and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!! :D

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Christmas, CHRISTMAS, CHrIsTmas, Christmas

Well, NaNoWriMo is over. . . . I'm still working on typing up The Wolves of Langoor so that I can give you a final word count, so be looking for that to come very soon!

I just finished a pretty busy weekend, filled with acting the part of Mary in a Christmas pageant tableau (meaning that you act a segment of the scene while the narrators are talking, and then freeze in a position and hold it for a VERY long time), which performed two nights, with shows twice each night. I had the privilege of playing this same part last year, and last year as well as this I found it a very good way to get into the spirit of Christmas, and the mind set of what Christmas is truly about. Especially this year, when the added a segment at the end of the tableau; while me, Joseph, baby Jesus, and the shepherds and wise men and angels were all posed in the typical manger scene, a man who was supposed to be Jesus when he was older came across the lawn (it was outside), all beaten and bruised, with blood all over him, and more than half of his face made up to be all purple and blue. He was carrying a cross, and slowly made his way to the pavilion where we were, dragging his feet as he came. When he got there, he stopped and just stared at the baby Jesus for a while, before turning and going around and back to where he had come from. In the moments that he neared, and he just stood there, swaying slightly and breathing hard, as he stared at the baby in the manger, were really powerful! And what with me into the part of Marry so much that I began to feel what Marry might have felt, I was almost in tears with the thought that to her this was her baby. . . her son.

So that was a really amazing experience! And then as soon as that was done (as in the next day, and we were rehearsing while it was still happening), I played the part of the Narrator in a Christmas pageant for the children at our church. So I went from acting out the Christmas story, to telling it. :) But it was very fun.

But anyways. . . maybe I should get back to typing out that book instead of chatting away on a post. :)

Assr vísa ykkarr or∂.

~ElizabethMarieKauffman~