In general, I'm leery of folks who display on their body or
in their homes huge, ornate symbols of their faith. That just shouts fear to
me.
A friend of my grandmother, a very devout lady...both were,
in fact...had on her living room wall a gigantic cross. With the Body and
roses and I don't know what all carved all over it. Painted gold. Gaudiest
thing I ever did see. It would have been right at home in the big old Mardi
Gras parade. Piety on parade is indeed an oxymoron.
I think what gets my hackles up is how such symbols can be
fear masquerading as faith...as God, in fact. And how that kind of masquerade
suckers the innocent, the angels unaware, in. Then when one of life's
catastrophes hit, they are left not only with the catastrophe but also with
fear right in their face. Left crying, where's my God now, now when I need Him
so much?
Of course, there is nothing inherently wrong with symbols of
faith, it's just that our symbols sometimes become our God. Maybe God is
invisible so we can't worship his image and mistake it for his love.
God is snug as a bug within just waiting to be
realized...according to me.
Thank you.
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