Saturday, December 06, 2008

Had some of those miracles visit me the other night, as miracles are want to do this time of year. I had my friends in to view the creches. I made a series of shadows boxes and tableaus, called the caterer and made Joe Montana change into his good jacket. The showing was a run away success. I have beautiful and mostly sophisticated art forms of adoration and joy that comprise my creche collection and a few 'how's that?' pieces that I have because I bought them, just because. One piece is the Montana Creche, made in Big Sky, Montana, pictured here. I bought because it made me laugh. Those pious bear parents and the angelic bears guarding the Holy Bear Family just make me laugh. They crack me up.

So it was a real surprise that although one guy liked Honduras and the seed pod nativity the best; one of my girlfriends like New Mexico best; and somebody loved Russia, people mostly loved Montana! I view that as an affirmation of laughter and love. Go figure.

Monsignor came and I was so happy to see him, as always. He is a King and a man who has directed my life in rich, fulfilling ways. When it was time for him to leave, I walked him down the hall to the elevator and he said quietly, "I need to talk to you." As he is my confessor and my confidant, I thought ruh roh. Review points. He continued in a quiet, serious manner: "Do you have a Precious Moments Nativity?" My stomach churned. ugh! He can't be asking me this! I said, "A Precious Moments Nativity , Monsignor? No! I do not have one.". He looked at me sideways as we walked and said, now a bit expansively, "Now I know it's not your thing. But I have my mother's Precious Moments nativity scene and it hasn't been out of the box since she died." I was thunderstruck, humbled, and ashamed , all at once. I said, my voice now low, "I would be thrilled and honored to have your mother' s Precious Moment nativity, Monsignor". He said, "I would be honored for you to have it because I know you'll take care of it for me." I punched the elevator button and the door opened immediately; I took his elbow and guided him on the elevator and said simply, "And I will."

And that's the true story of a true miracle. If anyone ever thought the day would come where I would be jumping up and down, squealing, Pick me! Pick me! at a Precious Moments nativity scene, they probably would have been equally confident that hell would freeze over at the precise same moment. But it happened, just this week, and I am so very grateful, again, for the sliver of light that always manages to find its way into my dark, smoky life. I am rich, rich, rich.


JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA

5 comments:

Lindsey said...

Aw, remind me to check that off the list of things I want to get you! :)

MarmiteToasty said...

Tis not the little figures that are precious but the thought behind it from that someone special... so that makes it precious in its own right...

Someone bought our Tom and Sammy a precious moments model thingie thing last week at their engagement party :) - you should of seen the look on their faces LOL.... only towards me when the the happy couple who presented them with the 'fabulous' thing had gone to get a drink LOL.... the face of my Tom was precious LMFAO, I almost wet meself laffing ......

x

JBelle said...

okay, you two, straighten up! :) when I get it, I'll photo it and post it. I really am quite honored to have this piece as he was an only child. And I can completely appreciate how difficult it was to deal with something so beloved by your mother, now gone. I'm just trying to figure out how to curate it....

The Fool said...

For goodness sakes, someone give her the creche already. Whatever it takes to stop that squealing. :)

You have a beautiful and unique collection, Cheech. I love "India II" and "Zulu."

JBelle said...

Wanna see my Alaska?

;)