Mary the Mother of Jesus In a Wheelchair
One year for our little church’s Christmas pageant, I cast Elli as Mary.
After all, Mary doesn’t say anything the night of Jesus’ birth in any of the stories. So it didn’t matter that Elli couldn’t speak or sing. We draped her in blue fabric (why is Mary always wearing blue?), pinned a head covering on, and wheeled her up to the platform among the 3-year-old angels with their wire wings and garland head pieces, the shepherds in their terrycloth robes, and the wandering cow and donkey wearing sweats with felt patches, ears, and tails. I set the brakes on her wheelchair behind the little manger with its baby doll Jesus.