Let’s get two things straight right up front: I love God. I love LEGOS®.
Goodness, writing that makes me think that God deserves all-caps and a registered trademark, or something. Greek, maybe?
Despite my love of these things I’m a little cautious about the combination of the two. As it stood, the LEGO® Star Wars™ Advent Calendar stretched my understanding of the building blocks of the liturgical year far enough. But then my children brought this home from the library.
The book is by “”The Reverend”” Brendan Powell Smith. Please note the double quotation marks, I just want to make it clear that I am simply quoting his quotes. I do not think that punctuation mark means what he thinks it means.
Mr. Powell Smith has a “calling” (once again, his word, not mine) to illustrate Bible stories with plastic bricks. He’s done over two hundred, but despite his expertise, it would seem that even this self-ordained expert finds some limitations within his medium. For instance, festering boils appear to need the aid of a photoshop physician.
And animals must be tricky. Most four-legged creatures in the stories bear a close resemblance to Dr. Who’s K-9.
But somewhere along the line “”The Reverend”” got his paws on a Lego cat, because Pharaoh’s kitty nudges her way onto multiple photo spreads. Maybe Hermione’s Crookshanks somehow apparated on the scene.
He does get bonus points for his creative use of the drowning horse that I bet he assembled using that elusive piece from the Godfather Lego Set.
And I don’t think this falls into the animal category, but, are those dragons on top of the Arc of the Covenant?
He probably should have considered adding a PG-13 rating to the book for sexual content, nudity and violence. Transparent red bricks flow on many a page. True Old Testaments artists don’t shy away from blood and guts.
And the yellow flesh is shocking. First, Pharoah’s daughter is bathing in the river. I hate to throw around labels, but can you say ‘flat chested?”
Later she gives Moses back to his mother for a little topless nursing. Uncomfortable, and not just because they are squarish plastic objects.
And, I’ll admit, talking about the sixth commandment with children is always awkward, but I don’t think this helps.
But it’s not all bad. The bright side of this book is that I will never again feel compelled to sweep the kitchen on Sundays.
Even if it means I have step on a LEGO® or two.
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