For years, a banner hung in the hallway at our church. Whenever I would step through the door into all that God had planned for us that night, I would see it: A large cloth draped from a Command hook that begged our attention and to provoke our thoughts as the evening wore on. It depicted a man in purple traveling clothes; an orange sash around his waist with red and green head covering. A fashion nightmare if you ask me. He appears to be a kind, older man with a white beard,