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Thoughts of portraying Jesus in
church – greeted by the congregation Hosana.
Waving and standing in the center.
Where was Ali when I needed her, home taking care of Bella who has a
cough. There I was, front and center,
the costume was made for a shorter man, so my knees showed and even Reverend
Diane snickered when she first saw me in the vestibule. I knew I was in trouble. But it was worse I had to take off my
sneakers. Thank God I clipped my toe
nails last week. But the nail on the left big toe is hideous after so much abuse from the
basketball games. And there is the
tattoo on my left calf and my scar when I burned my right leg and had a skin
graft. There were hoots and whistles I
lifted the fabric a little higher and laughter erupted. This is entertainment at it's worst. But what was the most distracting for me and
for those looking closely at my acting - the fabric molded a curious
tent right above my crotch. In front of
everyone... the holy of holiest - appeared to be aroused. I tried to move and make it go away, but
nothing helped. I said my lines and blessed a blind man and swore someone would
betray me, but I wanted to crawl away. Then it was over - I was off
- say thank you to Jesus. Tom gave me a
high five and I received some reluctant good jobs from some parishioners who
saw me afterwards. Some eyed me with disgust...
We had a pancake
breakfast at church…Emma and I ate to ourselves…afterwards I went for a walk down to the
beach to get my thoughts together. I saw
some men with metal detection devices, waving them over the ground and wearing head
sets. One of them waved to me. It was a little chilly, but I took these
pictures.
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