the word became flesh: a 20 year old Christmas graphic

"The Word Became Flesh" by nakedpastor David Hayward

“The Word Became Flesh” by nakedpastor David Hayward

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I did this graphic 20 years ago. My understanding of this has gone through very deep and significant changes.

In fact, it means even more to me now.

SHOP

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2 Responses

  1. Sabio Lantz says:

    That is when you believed this story literally.
    But you have morphed considerably, no?

    You don’t view it literal any more, right?
    Or, you can phrase it in a very sophisticated knot so as not to offend anyone on either side, perhaps.

    But you still obviously love the heritage you grew up in — as most folks do.
    Hard to let go of that when it surrounds you. I’d be curious how you would have changed if you were a Christian missionary in India who gave up your ideology but were surrounded by Hindus and safer to morph very differently.

    Hindus, Muslims, Buddhists and all the rest love the heritage of birth. Identity is so important to all of us. It blinds us.
    No?

    How is that 20 year younger David different?
    Does he even know — will he let himself know?
    We all want to imagine that we are essentially unchanged
    but that we only change little mistakes.

    What do you think?

  2. Caryn LeMur says:

    Love the graphic! You are a gifted artist, that is for certain!

    I like Sabio’s theme: where were we 20 years ago?

    In 1994, I had been out of the military for 4 years. I was still emotionally recuperating from having been laid-off three times (1990-1992). I had moved my family from Southern CA to Northern VA to accept another job in 1992… and was still adjusting to a new home. I had decided to ‘return to the faith’ in early 1990, but with all the turmoil and changes, I still was not at peace in 1994.

    It would be in late 1994, that I noticed the bad boys smoking by the church trash cans/dumpsters during winter. I simply sat outside with them. I told them riddles from the Book of Proverbs. I bought them coffee. I listened.

    And that pretty much switched me over to pragmatic theology: what do I do with my own hands for the poor, the widow, the orphan, the hungry, the thirsty, the homeless, the sick, the prisoner?

    I never went back to the other theology stuff. I attended the church until 1997, but the ‘need’ for churchiness was rapidly dissolving within my mind.

    I changed a lot during the last 20 years. I love the story of Jesus all the more… and I find churches humorous all the more.

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