It's Fuck With Your Head Monday
A co-worker of mine just sent me pictures of her son playing Jesus in the "passion play." Now, I'm thinking a little kid playing Jesus - how much fun is that? I love the pee wee hockey league and t-ball, so this should be awesome, right? I mean, the kid reeactment of MacBeth in the second season of Slings & Arrows slays me.
Um, no. Her son is like fifteen. He's covered in blood, crown of thorns, and hanging from the cross (I couldn't see if he was actually nailed there). Not what I was expecting and not what I wanted to see in the morning.
And I go to Catholic Church! One of the reasons I like my Church is because it doesn't have the grusome pictures of Jesus' death. My Church would much rather discuss his life and his teachings. Thank GOD!
If your belief is all about a snuff film or the death section of a person's life - it is time to reconsider your faith.
Um, no. Her son is like fifteen. He's covered in blood, crown of thorns, and hanging from the cross (I couldn't see if he was actually nailed there). Not what I was expecting and not what I wanted to see in the morning.
And I go to Catholic Church! One of the reasons I like my Church is because it doesn't have the grusome pictures of Jesus' death. My Church would much rather discuss his life and his teachings. Thank GOD!
If your belief is all about a snuff film or the death section of a person's life - it is time to reconsider your faith.