We have idealized the stable. We've made it cute, warm, cozy, and appropriate for human birth. I wanted the congregation to remember what the stable must have been like. It is not like the sterile scenes we place on our fireplace mantle.So I asked....
I asked the children...
"What does a stable smell like?"
I saw it in her eyes. I knew the look. My son was once her age and he lived for moments like this one. She raised her hand. I put the microphone in front of her and she spoke from the bottom of her toes, "Poop!"
Yep, that's one smell around a stable.
She said it and the ones younger than her wanted to yell in the microphone. They jumped up and down trying to yell their version of poop so all could hear.
All I could think was....I asked!
Poop happens.
1 comment:
In God's economy, there are always at least six like that dear one in every crowd! Makes me want to shout it with them.
Loved your response: "Yes, that's one of the smells around a stable..."
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