Jesus and hot dogs
I have some time to kill before catching the bus back up north to the brown line, so I stop in Tina’s Hot Dog Place on Montrose for a quick hot dog. With nativity in hand, I couldn’t resist photographing it on the table next to the ketchup and mustard.
That’s one of things about this photo series, that I was concerned about. Would my series be interpreted as being too disrepectful? Some people might have a problem with having the nativity on the dumpster.
But really. Look at Christ’s birth. It’s very disturbing. God of the universe born. He doesn’t come born to royalty. He’s born to poor parents. He’s not born in Jerusalem where all the high people are, but in lowly Bethlehem. Essentially Jesus was born in an alley. So a nativity next to mustard and ketchup? I like to think of that as Christ as reaching out to the everyday person.
Now the tax collectors and “sinners” were all gathering around to hear him. But the Pharisees and the teachers of the law muttered, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.” (Luke 15:1-2)