Holy Week is always a busy time for me. I usually manage to overload my school/work schedule the week that I have to sing for each night of the Triduum and on Easter Sunday.This Holy Week was a particularly good one for the choir. We are smaller this year (20 singers), but wow what a sound! Add some brass, timpani, the organ at full power, and a five-pound binder full of music, and you've got a kick-ass Holy Week.
To celebrate this important holiday I thought I would finally post a picture I have been meaning to write about for some time. The picture above was taken in my parents' home a few months ago. That crucifix has been hanging in that spot for longer than I can remember (the angel is a somewhat newer addition). You may notice that Jesus has lost his limbs. It is indeed a miraculous crucifixion.
The crucifix is hung on the wall in a hallway directly across from the door that leads to the third floor where all of us girls had rooms. I don't remember the actual incidents that led to Jesus' multiple amputations, but I am sure they were related to teenage hormones or individuals rushing to get out of the house. Poor Jesus was knocked from his perch enough times that He has suffered the complete loss of all of his limbs and the nails that once secured them.
But what do you do with a broken crucifix? My mother lovingly replaces, re-hangs, and re-straightens Torso Christ in His location in the center of all the bedrooms.
However, I am afraid that this particular crucifix no longer gives me pause or inspires self-reflection on Christ's sacrifice.
I just have to laugh every time I see it.
