Raphael Pope Leo X Source: Wikipedia |
When
you vow to do something for forty days straight you have moments like this,
when you've been firing on all cylinders for several days in a row, and you are
exhausted, and you really need to get away from the computer, but you cannot,
because you vowed to do something forty days in a row, and you hadn't done it
yet.
Will
God really care if I break this vow? And only Karen and Liron are noticing
these posts, anyway.
Well,
if I don't do this, I'll lose sleep over not doing it, so here goes.
And
golly this is going to be a real short walk off a short pier, because I'm about
to say three controversial things, and I have zero time to google any arguments
to support what I'm about to say.
The
two of wands depicts an ambitious character thrusting his energy into the wider
world, and into the future. He looks a bit like Christopher Columbus. When I
see this driven mover-and-shaker, and I think in Christian context, I think of
Pope Leo X, who, I think, and I don’t have time to google this, sold
indulgences in order to fund St Peter's Basilica, and I think of St Peter's.
The
selling of indulgences so scandalized Martin Luther that he sparked the
Protestant Reformation with his so-called 95 theses, which, if you read them,
is really just the same theses repeated 95 times: The Pope is selling
indulgences to build a cathedral!!!
And
here's my three shocking things. I'm not scandalized that Pope Leo X sold
indulgences to fund St. Peter's. I regularly donate to various organizations.
They send me letters reminding me to donate. They play on my guilt, they
flatter me, they offer me bonuses. That's their job. They are trying to loosen
my tight fingers around my wallet to get some money together to rescue dogs or
cure childhood cancer or save a rainforest. Bravo to them, and bravo to Pope
Leo X as well.
Second
shocking thing. In the same way that I am grateful to be part of a church that
produces folks like Dorothy Day and the Berrigan Brothers and St Francis and
Mother Teresa, I am glad to be part of a church that produced corrupt
Renaissance popes who supported artists.
Third
shocking thing. I am poor, I have been hungry, I have needed medical care to
save my life, and I do not want *any* pope to sell *one single artwork* to feed
me or to get me that heart transplant. Vita brevis; ars longa. And that art
belongs to me already. I got to suck up the Sistine Chapel Ceiling as much as
any other visitor. More than bread, sometimes, poetry is necessary, said a
Polish poet, living under Nazi occupation.
And you
who demand that popes sell artwork to feed the poor? There's a word for you.
But I
must be going.
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