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I've been waiting to post King Tut's Visage for quite awhile.  So why on my birthday?

Because one of my earliest memories is visiting an exhibit of materials from the Pharoah's tomb at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC. For a long time exploration was a vocational longing of mine . . . no doubt ignited by entering a room with the black-and-white footage of the uncovering of the burial chamber overtop the display of Tut's mummy (and then lots of pictures in books to follow, which I still have on the shelf and have shared with the girls) and fanned by the flames of A Galaxy Far, Far Away, PBS, Doctor Who, and dinosaur books.

But what was I hoping for in such adventures . . . to find the secret knowledge which would give rise to my own heroicism. Now that I'm 34 have I found it?

No, because life is not and never has been about my heroicism or that of others which have gone before me (and those which have retold their lives through glorious tales), but instead about a Loving Craftsman who shaped beings in His own image to care for a complex, beautiful creation through the gifts, skills, resources, and loving friendships with which He blessed them. What an amazing tale to be a part of, one in which the Craftsman served his creation by coming in person to repair what was broken in his creation in order that we might reflect our intended purpose. What a joy to know our hero, our god is a servant who died for us, but who unlike King Tut could not be held by the grave as He rose again to live and reign in and over us to this very day . . . and I can't wait to see how it will all come together in the end, even more rich, beautiful, and fulfilling than King Tut's tomb.