Here’s how this week’s arts and culture column begins:
On my desk are two images.
One is the Rembrandt “Head of Christ” (1648) that hangs in the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
In it, Christ is pensive, with long dark hair, a soft moustache and beard. His eyes are cast downward and to the side. He looks as if he has been regarding our wounded, conflicted, fearful, yearning hearts with utter love for all eternity. He looks like he might have looked in the Garden of Gethsemane, contemplating his Crucifixion.
Both faces are deeply, vitally, uniquely alive. Both are fully, achingly human. They’re complex. They “contain multitudes,” to use Walt Whitman’s phrase. As members of the Mystical Body, we all do.
Those faces convict me—in a good way.
They say: “Really? You’re going to be that petty?”
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