Last Sunday, September 14, was the feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross. Since then, I have considered the many kinds of crosses there are. I mean literal crosses, those you wear around your neck or affix to your wall.
Crosses can be streamlined and blank. For Protestants, this is generally the default. Originally, all Christian crosses were this way. Writes Thomas Cahill in Desire of the Everlasting Hills: The World Before and After Jesus:
The early Christians, the original friends of Jesus, so sympathized with Jesus’ pain and had been so traumatized by it that they could not bring themselves to depict the stark reality of his suffering, except in words–that is, in the accounts of the four gospels, which are as clipped and precise as the four authors knew how to make them. Only in the fifth century, nearly a century after the Roman state had discontinued the practice of crucifixion and no one living had witnessed such a procedure, did Christians forget the shame and horror of the event sufficiently to begin to make pictures of it.
Of course, crosses also include those body-bearing crucifixes that are so familiar to us Catholics. But they need not be dead bodies. On some crosses, Jesus is not hanging in execution, but risen in glory. Continue reading
“The Fourteenth Station: Jesus is laid in the tomb.” Mural detail from Loop-bound platform, 18th St. Pink Line station, Chicago, Illinois. (Photo by Justin Sengstock, August 29, 2011.)
Urban centers have religious art in random, surprising places. Here is some from Chicago’s Pilsen neighborhood. (Taken on the Loop-bound platform of the 18th Street Pink Line station, August 29, 2011. Image copyright (c) Justin Sengstock.)