When we started to discuss wardrobe, Danica suggested I dress in black and white.
“Technically, there wouldn’t have been Holstein cattle in the Palestine in the first century,” I protested mildly.
“True, but the cows couldn’t talk, either,” she countered playfully. “Let’s face it; this whole play is a bit absurd. Let’s just go with it.” Danica is a wise woman.
As I’ve been learning my lines and fine-tuning my wardrobe, I am getting into the spirit of the thing. I can see that it would be easy to miss the point of the story if I allowed myself to be too caught up in scientific correctness.
The story is about hospitality – about making space for others. If I can remind myself of that and pass the idea along to future generations while dressed up like a Holstein cow, so be it.
Mooo-rry Christmas, everyone!