Kings and Queen

Going through my book from Rene Girard and others in that stream of thought, I came across an idea which piqued my interest in light of Christ the King Sunday: Kings are sacrifices in waiting.

Throughout time kings have been sacrificed in order to bring harmony to a culture. For instance, at the height of the French Revolution, the King and Queen were killed. While this did not stop the actions of the guillotine, after their deaths the Reign of Terror started its downward spiral.

While I do not have many concrete thoughts on this idea, I wonder what it means to call Christ King, if throughout time we have always sacrificed the king in order to bring harmony within society?

"Who do you say that I am? " - Jesus

Recently ran across this artist - Dave LaChapelle. His surreal art is interesting to say the least. This slideshow comes out of the "Jesus is my homeboy" series.


What do you think about this image of Jesus?

Perhaps the shock I felt the first time I saw Jesus with the prostitute washing his feet is what the disciples and Synagogue leaders felt?

For more information about Dave LaChapelle and his current work check out his page. 

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Jesus Saves, I spend

I ran across this song today:

What do you think? I posted the lyrics below. I am not sure I understand the song. Anyone able to help?

While Jesus is saving I'm spending all my days
in backgrounds and landscapes with the languages of saints
While people are spinning like toys on Christmas day
I'm inside a still life with the other absentee

While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my days
in the garden-grey pallor of lines across your face
While people will cheer on the spectacle we've made
I'm sitting and sculpting menageries of saints

Oh, my man my absentee
I'd do anything to please you
Come my love the stage is waiting
Be the one to save my saving grace

While Jesus is saving I'm spending all my grace
on rosy-red pallor of lights on center stage
While people have cheered on the awful mess we've made
through storms of red roses we've exited the stage