Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Reading Mother Teresa--XVIII
I know what she meant very well--that big thing seems, well, too boldly gothic for an real evangelical. We like our crosses clean and bright and shiny, not adorned with the semi-clad body of a suffering Christ. Somebody put up three crosses in a new subdivision here, right along the street. Nice. Comfortably pious. They're all empty. I can't imagine the same person would put them up adorned with bodies. That would be unsettling, after all. That would be even, well, gross. We're all about "resurrection." Evangelicals want to tell the whole story of holy week with its grand finale, rolled-away stone, and those burial garments folded neatly as if the grave were a fine motel.