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Monday, December 25, 2017

December miracle--Christmas Day

Nativity,  6" by 9", 140 lb. paper

Alone,   5" by 7 1/2, 300 lb. d'Arches paper

Dawn of life, 5" by 8" 140 lb. paper
All births are miracles.
You learn that when you witness the birth of one of your children. It's common practice today, and was long ago, but not for many years. So it was when my children were born, but the doctor insisted I be in the delivery room for our first born. A miracle of new life.
I have often wondered what the father of Jesus experienced when he helped deliver his first born. 
He and his wife were far from home, and had no hospital, no midwives, no family or friends, no place to stay. Imagine the anxiety, the  uncertainty, the fear of a mother, a father, in such circumstances. How long was the labor? What did they do for sanitation?
People then, and in what we condescendingly  consider "primitive" cultures are tougher, closer to life and death,  that those of us in sanitized societies. But still, what were the emotions, the actions, to be alone at the most important time of parents' lives? Miracles.
I've painted the "nativity" for several years, and these are three of them, including the dawn of the new day.
(Day 25 of December watercolors.)

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