April 07, 2007
The Public Stage
Long story short: We spotted Jesus off I-580.
Long story long: Driving home with takeout burritos Friday night, we came upon a neighborhood Easter play. Through the chainlink fence, the Romans were lashing Jesus.
They had do-rags under their red-brush helmets, and everything was in Spanish.
The plot thickened (as plots are wont to do).
When the show took to the road--well, to the sidewalk--we followed along in the car, snapping pictures out the window with the other paparazzi.
The whole gang was there. Simon of Cyrene, Mary...
Mary Magdalene too.
I didn't know whether to stand or kneel, so I took pictures instead. A camera makes a very nice mask.
There were some tense moments, what with the suspension of criminals ten feet in the air on platforms of dubious architectural soundness.
These last words courtesy of a microphone on the end of a spear.
We stuck around long enough to hear some truly awful music and see if Jesus' tomb was to be a toolshed, which, alas, it was not.
Then it was time to go home and eat some Kinder eggs.
About two blocks from our house we passed through an intersection at which five police cars were parked in the aftermath of some drama or other. A block away from that someone was drawing a chalk outline around someone lying on the ground while a toddler looked on. My heart stopped. They turned out to be kids creating sidewalk graffiti with pastels. This is my neighborhood.
["Jesus Is My Boyfriend" photo taken by Simon.]
Posted by Leah at April 7, 2007 11:24 AMJesus and Kinder eggs - a perfect Easter! Happy Easter again :)
Posted by: Angella at April 8, 2007 12:33 PMwhat was inside of the kinder egg?
Posted by: jeorg at April 8, 2007 07:48 PMHappy Easter, guys. mmm, kinder egg... chocolate...
Posted by: reddirtroad at April 8, 2007 09:58 PMWhen I was doing my Holy Thursday visitation (where you visit three churches on Thursday night that you don't usually attend, to pray before the adoration and all, but really it's an excuse to compare the prettiness or ugliness of your church to someone else's), one of the churches had constructed a GIANT papier-maché tomb in front of the altar, with a wrapped white shroud-looking thing inside of it. It creeped me out so badly that I couldn't stay there very long. I was too afraid the parishioners had volunteered to be the shroud around the clock for the weekend. A display of the stations of the cross and the passion like you witnessed would be too much for my psyche. At which point, Good Friday be damned, I'd head to the nearest liquor store for a bottle of Tuaca.
Posted by: Coleen at April 9, 2007 07:28 AMJeorg--Mine had a puzzle of a robot riding a bike and chasing the Loch Ness monster, who was riding in a UFO. A mouse looked on from a manhole. Simon's was an iron with arms and legs--part of the anthropomorphized household appliances series (which also includes a blender, a toaster, an oven, and a vacuum).
Posted by: Leah at April 9, 2007 08:52 AMHmmm, Jesus? In Birkenstocks? I'm more than a little suspicious...
We do the traditional ham for Easter. But NEXT year, I'm suggesting Easter burritoes! That sounds uber-yummy to me!!
Posted by: Tammy at April 9, 2007 08:53 AMWow! All I got to see was a giant pink in flatible bunny at the gas station on the corner.
Posted by: Amie at April 9, 2007 08:59 AMI loves me some Kinder eggs.
Posted by: Emily at April 9, 2007 01:53 PMSounds like a thorough holiday. Happy Easter.
Posted by: Elizabeth at April 9, 2007 01:54 PM
