No surprise there!
Author: Sal
The latest thing in Catholic statuary
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!”
Where’s my beer, where’s my priest?
Blessing for Beer from Shrine of the Holy Whapping. Mmmmm, beer…
Jews for Jesus offending Jews not for Jesus
Bill Cork has a link to a Washington Post article about how local radio stations are dropping the Evangelical group, Jesus for Jesus, ad.
The 60-second spot features two men debating whether Jesus is the Messiah and inviting listeners to “come, it’s time to take a look, and think for yourself.” They speak with “Yiddish accents” while klezmer music plays in the background, said Stephen Katz, Washington director of the San Francisco-based Jews for Jesus.
Joel Oxley, general manager of WGMS, dropped the commercial after a week, saying the station’s “mission is not to offend.” He added, “When people come to us, they want to be soothed and they want to hear the great classical music. It was not the case when they heard the advertising.”
I heard this commercial on WGMS yesterday and thought it was funny. Then again, I’m not Jewish.
Let me grouse about something
Not John Kerry. No. This has something to do with Catholicism. I went to a local parish yesterday for daily Mass and the Extraordinary Minister of the Eucharist looked at me like I had nine heads when he saw that I was receiving our Lord on the tongue. I wasn’t kneeling to receive or anything – I just didn’t want to get Jesus on my unconsecrated hands. Is that too pious these days?