truecoloursfly
The Fly
Question: do you still call it a "crucifix" if it doesn't include the figure of Christ? My Catholic ex says no (me too), but the dictionary says yes. What do you all say? Just wonderin'.
I have a growing, if inadvertant, collection of crosses (and a couple crucifixes
) that I wear interchangeably: one by a Mexican silversmith, one blessed in Medjugorje, one from my grandmother, an art deco one (I'm a deco fan), one of gold nuggets (yes, I've been to the Klondike), and a handful more; the one I wear most of the time is, no surprise, a Celtic one. I'm always wearing one of them.
Someone of no particular faith asked me once, assuming it wasn't merely "traditional," why I wear it. The question --from him -- compelled me to examine my answers.
I wear it to tell the world that Christ lives in me, certainly. But moreso to remind myself, constantly, that reality lies beyond the flesh, in the Resurrection. That I am not defined by my body, nor limited by it. The reality at the heart of this cross around my neck is bigger than worries, bigger than politics. It's my own remembrance of Him, I guess -- of Love's victory.
Most times, people can't see my necklace under my shirt and tie at work. But I can, in my mind's eye, where it's warm against my chest. My shield.
I got pondering when I saw this picture of Edge's pendant (borrowed a page from PLEBA -- never thought you'd see THAT in here, didja??
)... Always wondered what that one was, and I'm tickled to see it's a really, REALLY nice cross... a fine addition to the collection, 'twould be, too.
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He set my feet upon a rock
made my footsteps firm
the greatest frontman in the world -- by truecoloursfly: http://www.atu2.com/news/article.src?ID=1575
I have a growing, if inadvertant, collection of crosses (and a couple crucifixes
Someone of no particular faith asked me once, assuming it wasn't merely "traditional," why I wear it. The question --from him -- compelled me to examine my answers.
I wear it to tell the world that Christ lives in me, certainly. But moreso to remind myself, constantly, that reality lies beyond the flesh, in the Resurrection. That I am not defined by my body, nor limited by it. The reality at the heart of this cross around my neck is bigger than worries, bigger than politics. It's my own remembrance of Him, I guess -- of Love's victory.
Most times, people can't see my necklace under my shirt and tie at work. But I can, in my mind's eye, where it's warm against my chest. My shield.
I got pondering when I saw this picture of Edge's pendant (borrowed a page from PLEBA -- never thought you'd see THAT in here, didja??
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He set my feet upon a rock
made my footsteps firm
the greatest frontman in the world -- by truecoloursfly: http://www.atu2.com/news/article.src?ID=1575