This is Kelly whose blog you will find at your right by clicking on kellerbell. She is holding our graduating boy, Mac. This was back in the days of children's church and Christmas cantatas, specifically, Twinkle and the Allstar Angel Band.
Why, you might wonder, is a teenage Kelly in this production and holding this angelic little one? Because he was bad. Very, very bad.
Kelly actually held this kid for roughly two hours, through the entire play. It was the only way to ensure he didn't ruin Christmas and make the Baby Jesus cry.
It's true. Mac was a bad boy. Very, very bad.
I think there were times in his life when only Kelly loved him. Certainly she was the only one willing to stand there in a children's Christmas program holding him for two hours and wearing a white sheet cut into an angel robe so she'd blend in.
By contrast was Mac's older brother, Jay. Jay was Joseph in this particular production. Ah, what a sweet Joseph he was at that! Never a moment's worry did I have about Jay! He didn't require a personal prison guard. No, he just did what came naturally...was adorable!
Mac. Oh Macky. There was a time when I was seriously worried about his soul. Now I look at this picture of Macky and Kelly and think about the fact that we are never so alone and hopeless as it seems.
Like Jesus, Kelly loved Mac enough to hang on tight with loving arms when he would've walked himself right into another spanking and off the stage. She (and her sister and her father) also held him close so Kelly's mom, Pat, could cut his hair as he hollered and fought. There were lots of Jesus-people in that little boy's life that saved him from even more beatings from me.
I'm so grateful for a loving savior who takes the bad little kid in us and loves us into better people.
And man, am I grateful that Kelly had strong arms.
Isaiah 65:2 All day long I have held out my hands to an obstinate people, who walk in ways not good, pursuing their own imaginations-