A processional cross with a Resurrected Christ on it. That’s about as appropriate as nuns in leotards dancing to the tune of “I’m a Little Teapot” on the Solemnity of Christ the King.
Are you resurrected? Are you inhabiting your glorified body following the General Judgment? Are you sitting in row 1,359,299,783 in the heavenly stadium while a band of Angels is singing the Hallelujah from the Mount of Olives?
I didn’t think so. So why parade around the church during the Easter season or at a funeral with a resurrected Christ on the cross? Aren’t we all still suffering? Aren’t we called to sacrifice and suffering? Why is it that it’s just in the last few decades out of 2,000 years that we are pre-emptively celebrating the resurrection?
If one of the more educated folks in St Blog’s Parish can tell me there’s some historical precedent for this, I’m all ears.