So … I’ve had a couple of posts saved in a plain text doc for months. I mean, like … 10 months. Anyway. I’m catching up. Here’s Jesus.
I tried the Jesus thing one time. It didn’t end well.
I tried it again several years later. Same.
I tried it a third time a few years ago. Once again — same.
Recently, I thought to myself, I hate the church. And it’s true. Mostly.
I do hate “the church,” but I actually kind of love going to church. I don’t believe the fairy tales but I do love people-watching and I’ve always been a sucker for old-time gospel music and the smell of a musty hymnal.
Atheist though I may be, there’s something about Christian imagery (and that of any other religion, honestly) that strikes me as fascinating. Colorful paintings of the Son of Man, strange Americanized portraits of the Living God, crosses made of wood, stone or steel…
…and especially the crucified Messiah.
This was spotted at the end of September, 2017, at St. Anne’s Catholic Church in Bristol, VA. Lit up by bright spotlights, Jesus hangs in agony just under an orange waxing crescent moon. You can almost hear His agonizing, holy cries – why hast thou forsaken me?
You can grab a few other angles on Flickr page.
Nice knowing you, King of the Jews. Maybe we’ll try it again some time.
…Or you know. Maybe not.