24 December 2010

just when you thought it couldn't get any better.


my friend, linda, let me borrow her cactus cookie cutter. originally i stopped at her house to borrow a gingerwoman, as i only have gingermen. though she had none, I FOUND THE CACTUS. YES--*THE* CACTUS. and i fell over. so . . . happy . . .

i also borrowed a horse cookie cutter. this horse is wearing a pendleton blanket. i'm offended if you can't tell.

and it's also very important to make some gingerpeople happy and some gingerpeople sad, in order to accurately reflect the condition of humanity. this is very important. oh, and some must portray surprise. because those are the only three emotions anyone ever feels. ever.

i found a great gingerbread recipe if you'd like to try it. it actually tastes like gingerbread spices, not flour (fall over). and yes, i used white flour (fall over). but i omitted the pepper (stand up straight) because that's just crazy. *smile.* as for the royal icing recipe--yay for raw egg whites! i left out the lemon juice and no one died. (only had limes in the house. after careful consideration, i concluded limes were not lemons. sidenote: limes, avocados and lemons are so dang cheap here! fall over. and i can buy tamales at the gas station. did i mention i love the southwest?)

on a more serious note:

just when you thought it couldn't get any better, jesus came to earth. as a baby. in a dirty barn. to an unwed couple. from a line of sinners. god as human and god as god. i pray you can reflect on the beautiful gift of jesus as you prepare your heart for tomorrow's festivities. and i pray if you haven't yet, that you can experience god's love, grace and salvation. all you have to do is ask jesus to come into your heart. it is very easy. and he'll never say no. no matter what you've done or what has happened. this is very true.

what child is this who, laid to rest

on mary's lap is sleeping?

whom angels greet with anthems sweet,

while shepherds watch are keeping?

this, this is christ the king,

whom shepherds guard and angels sing;

haste, haste, to bring him laud,
the babe, the son of mary.

why lies he in such mean estate,

where ox and ass are feeding?

good christians, fear, for sinners here

the silent word is pleading.

nails, spear shall pierce him through,

the cross be borne for me, for you.

hail, hail the word made flesh,
the babe, the son of mary.

so bring him incense, gold and myrrh,

come peasant, king to own him;

the king of kings salvation brings,
let loving hearts enthrone him.

raise, raise a song on high,
the virgin sings her lullaby.

joy, joy for christ is born,

the babe, the son of mary.

"madonna and child" by parker fitzgerald and brittany richardson
"madonna and child: the shrimp" by eric gill
1929, wood engraving, 3.51" x 2.53"
"madonna and the pineapple harvesters" by estaba el senhor inigodeloyola
2008-09, oil on canvas
detail from "l'innocence" by william-adolphe bouguereau
1893, oil on canvas, 20.67" x 3' 3.37"
"madonna of the lilies" by william-adolphe bouguereas
"madonna and child of soweto" by larry scully
"madonna and child" by marianne stokes
1907-1908, tempera on panel, 80 x 59.5 cm
"apache virgin & child" by fr. john giuliani