He swallowed hard. “I w-wanted to make sure you’re all right. Do you need anything? I’ve called in the accident.”
Aw, what a nice guy. Sorta. I assured him I was okay, and he sped to the car in front of me to check on its driver.
Traffic on the left slowed to a crawl so that passengers could stare into our three-car zoo. Not one to spurn an on-stage appearance, I hammed it up. I smiled, waved, held my hands palms up and shrugged my shoulders. I got the same mouth-gaping, eye-widened response the young driver had given me.
Oh my. My head was as bald as a boiled egg. I had literally flipped my wig into the back seat.
I reached back and retrieved my, ahem, hair, put it on, and got out of the car. This would definitely go to the top of my Most Embarrassed Moment list. At least I could explain to the young driver that I was receiving chemo treatments and had lost my hair. But all those spectators driving by? Bwahaha, no wonder they had looked stunned. Some bald-headed babe was making quite a fool of herself!
Bald-headed babies are cute, though, aren’t they? And isn’t this the season for The Babe? To the world, the little guy in the manger is a comforting image. What would they think if they looked at what He “grew up” to be? Here’s how Jesus is described in Revelation 19:12-16: “His eyes were like a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns.... He was clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God.... Now out of His mouth goes a sharp sword, that with it He should strike the nations.... He Himself treads the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And He has on His robe and on His thigh a name written: King of kings and Lord of lords.”
Ouch. The cuddling factor is definitely gone.
For Christians, the babe in the manger is the long-awaited seed promised in Genesis 3:15. But we recognize that what we celebrate at Christmas is only the beginning of the fulfillment. The King of kings and Lord of lords is coming again, and next time it won’t be as a bald-headed babe.
Federal prosecutor Eve Eriksson rescues a young girl and her elderly great-aunt from the same ship. They badly need Jake's survival skills, but why is he so maddeningly careful? She needs to hurry home to nail a significant career trial. And, please, before Jake learns her secret that she's responsible for his wife's death.
Stranded: A Novel (digital copy) is available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OQGJBUY