Agnus ad sacrificium
Mar 25, 2026Administrator admin
I grew up going to Catholic church every Sunday, staring at the crucifix on the altar every week. It was a little church but they had gone all out on that crucifix - a life-size sallow, yellowing Jesus in the process of his sacred death, ribs poking out and blood streaming down from the nails in his hands and the thorns in his forehead. I will never forget that image - always accompanied with a heady incense smell - but it was never a scary thing to me, even as a kid. By the time I made my First Holy Communion, all dressed up and already feeling that white just wasn’t my color...