Jesus On The Cross
This post will probably make several of you uncomfortable. For the record, the situation made me uncomfortable, too. Actually, it has happened to me a couple times this summer. Today I finally chose to write about it.
Today as I was grabbing a quick lunch, I reached across the counter to get my change from the cashier. When I looked down to receive the money, I noticed a 3 or 4 inch Jesus on the cross figurine nestled snuggly in the deep chasm of the young lady’s cleavage. Mind you, this was not a tasteful little cross, discretely worn close to the body. This was a full-bodied Jesus stuck down between the lady’s utters. (Picture Jesus’s body and legs being crushed between two gigantic boulders.) Now, before I continue, let me clarify myself. This has nothing to do with whether or not well endowed women have the right to love Jesus. Of course they do. This is about how the experience made me feel and what questions I had as a result.
At first, of course, I felt guilty for staring at the lady’s boobs. I didn’t mean to. It really just caught me off guard and made me do a double take. Then, of course, I felt even more guilty because Jesus caught me in the act.
Perhaps interesting were the questions that immediately came to mind:
Did she know where the charm was and how it appeared?
What am I supposed to do in this situation? Comment, “nice cross”?
Is there any chance that this is some type of alternative ministry?
Did she realize how inappropriate (read phallic) Jesus looked there?
Would Jesus have wanted to be placed in such a position?
August 5th, 2005 at 9:20 pm
These are the kinds of posts I have been nostalgic for.
I’d blame the chain-maker. If she bought the cross with the chain, surely the vendor knew it was too long.