How many times have you heard people react to the untimely death of a young lady by wailing that “she was so beautiful”? The corollary of this conceit is that the tragedy would be less lamentable if the young lady had been unattractive, that her life would have had less potential for happiness or material success.
There is something so fundamentally perverse in this view of the value of human life that I become nauseated when I hear such scenarios repeated. We all know that the beautiful are celebrated, and that such celebration is ingrained in us from infancy: “What a beautiful baby!” We have homecoming queens and beauty pageants and matinee idols. But to carry this concept beyond death is too much.
We hear that a coed was kidnapped, raped, and murdered. Then they show a photo of the young lady. Do you have a different reaction if she appears to be a homely and obese young woman rather than a blond blue-eyed pixie? The fact is that people do, and they express it without the faintest hint of injustice. Is there a difference between “It’s terrible; she was such a nice person” and “It’s terrible; she was such a nice person…and so beautiful!”
I was raised as a Christian, and I was led to believe that I lived in a society largely grounded in Christian values. But I see nothing Christlike in a culture where physical “beauty” is so perfunctorily, even subconsciously, calculated.
I learned that Isaiah 53 contained a physical description of the Messiah. It states that “He has no form or comeliness; And when we see Him, There is no beauty that we should desire Him.” Yet, in our Western Christian culture, we insist on portraying the Sacrificial Lamb as a sexy hunk with bedroom eyes and flowing locks. I grew up with icons of my Savior which looked more like vaseline-filtered glamour shots of the latest Hollywood beefcake. I guess the sacrifice is seen as greater since Jesus was not only a nice guy but beautiful as well.
Mel Gibson is currently giving people a healthy dose of this “sexy Jesus” shit right now in “The Passion of the Christ.” There is nothing Gibson knows the value of more than the torture of a sex symbol. That theme is the essence of his career. Even the word “passion” has a subliminal double-entendre which fits the true purpose of this sexual sado-masochistic ego-trip.
The real message of Jesus was that the unattractive and unfortunate, the “lepers” of this world, were the souls in most need of the mercy and solace of the Messiah. It is highly ironic that Gibson, an epitome of the rich and the beautiful, is capitalizing on this false image of the Christ. But, considering the value we place on beauty, it is no surprise that it has gone unremarked.
(In his interview with Diane Sawyer, Gibson made a comment about evil or the devil appearing under the guise of physical beauty. I guess when you live in a world of excess an excess of irony will go unnoticed.)