Sweet Jesus

Last night I saw a news story about a sculpture of Jesus, meant to be displayed in an art gallery housed in a New York hotel. The exhibition was cancelled after vocal protests.

It turns out there are two unusual things about this sculpture…

1) It depicts Jesus, arms outstretched as though hanging on a cross, without so much as a loin cloth.

2) It’s made entirely of chocolate.

No, you did not read that last sentence wrong. The artist — whose past medium have included five tons of pepper jack cheese (sprayed on a Wisconsin home, of course) and 312 pounds of processed ham (you start to get the feeling he’s not a conventional artist) — calls his latest creation “My Sweet Lord.”

And what does the artist have to say about it?

My intention was to celebrate the body of Christ in a sweet, delicious, tasteful way.

This post is not about the suitability of chocolate as a media for artistic depictions of Jesus. It’s not about the appropriateness of portraying the crucified Jesus without any clothes. (Although his Roman executioners almost certainly stripped him completely, taking even the smallest shred of dignity.)

I guess I just don’t take artists who paint hotel rooms in melted mozzarella too seriously.

But what about the way some Christians have reacted to the sculpture? The gallery and hotel say they were overrun with angry phone calls and emails, including death threats.

Death threats? From Christians?

Then Bill Donohue, president of the Catholic League (a group that exists to “defend the right of Catholics… to participate in American public life”) went head-to-head with the artist on CNN.

Among Donohue’s many comments, he had this to say about the offending artist, gallery, and hotel…

They’re morally bankrupt. I want to see them financially bankrupt.

And this…

Oh, no, let me tell you something. You’re lucky I’m not as mean, because you might lose more than your head.

(More than your head?) Finally, the interview ended with this…

Look, you lost. You know what? You put your middle finger at the Catholic Church, and we just broke it, didn’t we, pal?

Wait… who is it that’s known for going around, breaking their enemies’ fingers?

Isn’t that what the mafia does?

Bill, I may not be Catholic, but what you say reflects badly on Christians of all stripes. I seem to recall Jesus teaching us to love our enemies. Do good to those who hate us. Bless those who curse us. Pray for those who mistreat us. (Luke 6:27-28)

Wasn’t it one of Jesus’ followers — for Catholics, the first pontiff, no less — who said, “Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult. On the contrary, repay evil with blessing”? (1 Peter 3:9, TNIV)

I think that means not breaking the fingers of those who offend us. You may have been speaking figuratively, Bill. But what does it say about what’s in your heart, that you reach for a such a violent metaphor to describe how you respond to your enemies?

Aren’t Christians called to be people who bring healing, not inflict injury?

2 thoughts on “Sweet Jesus

  1. This is great:
    “Aren’t Christians called to be people who bring healing, not inflict injury?”

    Yet I struggle with this, and its flip side, every day. Not onyl do I inflict pain at times, but also when someone inflicts injury onto me, I have a hard time following the calling to respond with love and forgiveness. And that’s hard. Both of these things are hard.

    That being said, my new mantra is this:
    ‘To bring healing, not injury.
    When injured, to heal.’


  2. Sometimes it really amazes me to see what little sense of humor many Christians have. I mean, a Jesus made of chocolate? C’mon! That’s actually pretty funny.

    I was trying to imagine what Jesus would do if he were faced with this situation. I’m sure he would be upset and talk about false idols. Maybe even make sure it was taken down. But I think he and his disciples would have a good laugh about it.

    The only certainty we have in this life is the state of our own souls. For Christians, our souls should be joyful and should exude that joy. It is only a bitter soul that could exude such bitterness.


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