The craftspersons who still make statues of saints for churches have discovered a remarkable way to keep overhead down. Iconoclasm. No, that was the heresy squashed centuries ago only to be given new life in the name of “progress” as part of post-Vatican II renovations. Some days I wish progress were declared heretical, though it’s not as though the Holy Father would actually punish the heretical progressives. He would write an encyclical called “Rigiditatis Splendor” and leave it at that. But I digress!
Statuary and overhead. Think Barbie. Mattel keeps overhead down by just dressing up Barbie in various ways. Barbie has had exactly the same complex-inducing, disproportional body for how many decades? The thing is she has different clothes and accessories. One Barbie has that tool Ken with her, another has sold her soul to the music industry, still another homeschools and does a holy hour when the kids are napping. Homeschool Barbie. Really. She dresses very modestly and her kids do, too. But I digress again – the thing is Barbies just wear different clothes. It’s genius.
Finally the statuary makers have caught on. There is a company out there just putting something different in the hands of each male saint. The statues look the same otherwise. Imagine Saint Andrew with a cross and St. Joseph with that thing he’s always pictured with, but besides what they have in their hands they look the same.
We’re sending the wrong message to our kids. They are going to grow up thinking they have to look exactly like the St. Andrew/St. Joseph clones in order to be saints. I’m afraid some might grow up to be like the angry lesbians who played with Barbie dolls when they were young and not angry lesbians. Perhaps I’m not making sense. Even so, when someone types in “angry lesbians” in google they are going to end up here. Welcome, seekers of angry lesbians. Let Jesus love you! Especially you, Margaret Cho!
But getting back to statues, let me leave you with a joke. Saint Joseph says to the Infant of Prague, “I don’t care what your mother said, you’re not leaving the house dressed like that!”
Well, at St. Pat’s for mass done by a classmate at my class reunion, the statue of Mary was a doll, complete with eyes that close, and they used something very simnilar for St. Patrick. I liked the wooden carvings of Mary and Joseph better!
The dolls reminded me way too much of Chuckie to be conducive to the right mindset.
Well, so long as they make ’em actually look like men. I get really tired of statues, particularly those of our Lord, that are highly effeminate. Ugh!
Glad to be an eastern Catholic, glad to be an eastern Catholic, glad to be….
I wonder if these people would provide their client list so you could use it as a “do not visit” list?