I place all my trust in Thee

I was just over at non vocabulum where Dena has purchased^[1] a statue of Jesus, which prompted me to remember a sacred heart portrait that was on sale in Sligo many years ago.^[2] And I was going to reply in her comments section, but then I thought it was quite a long reply, so figured I’ll blog about it instead.

First of all, are you familiar with a sacred heart pic? They were fairly ubiquitous in Ireland a few years back. Or in the catholic parts anyways. We had one up when I lived in Dublin. It hung in the kitchen. It is possible this picture still resides somewhere in the house/sheds, but it was never hung up in the Sligo house.

Anyways, this picture in the shop was kindof a sacred heart. Only not really. As you’d walk down the road you’d catch a glimpse of it in the window. Jesus, head all bloody from the thorns, eyes closed, on the cross. Then as you got a little closer, or changed angle, BANG! the eyes would open, and the head would move a little.

No, we were not inflicted with the moving statues phenomenon, but this was one of those holographic pictures.

Could you imagine having one of those in your house. Talk about What Would Jesus Do, what would you say when you saw Jesus move?

It was the creepiest thing ever, and has to rate quite highly on the tasteless scale, sitting in the car, watching Jesus open and close his eyes, thorny crown making him bleed, as you made your way through traffic.

If someone did buy it I hope that they didn’t display it where we had our Sacred Heart. Could you imagine eating your cornflakes under that watchful gaze?