Peope are praying to a trickle of salts on a concrete underpass. To me, the image looks more like a Shiva lingam than the Blessed Virgin. . somebody call the Hindus, the Catholics are bogarting their shrine!
It’s incidents such as this that make me feel just a bit smarter than the idiots kneeling and praying to a water stain that they have converted in their minds into a Sign From Above.
Here in Cleveland, all the tv journalists have become televangelists, and we’re subjected to crap like this day and night. And ongoing stories about faith healing. And people who’ve survived cutting-edge surgery, yet thank the Lord rather than the medical staff.
If I were theistic, I’d be mighty insulted by all this.
On Today this morning, I watched one blowzy blonde, who looked like she stepped straight out of Studs Lonigan*, say, “I’m scared. Why would this happen at this time, at this place?”
Because gullibility knows no season or place, perhaps? It just floors me that people can be so superstitious that they look for signs and wonders even on the wall of an underpass.
Heck, there’s mineral stains on the walls of the DC Metro; maybe I could get in on the rosary and candle concession business early!
I can’t even see anything except a smudge that looks vaguely like two hands folded in prayer–and that’s after it was pointed out to me. Y’all have very, very good imaginations.
Well, when I first saw it, I thought, “Cool–it DOES look like a woman folding her hands in prayer!” I did not, however, experience a religious epiphany. Had I thought, “Cool–it DOES look like a man with the head of a jackal!” I would not have converted to Anubis worship.
As an ordained member of the Glurgy, I must link to a photo that I just took out the window behind my computer. See the image of Jesus (or Mary, take your pick) in the birch bark? Huh? Do ya? See it bleeding? Huh? I expect the flood of worshippers to begin arriving within hours. $10 admission. For another ten-spot, I’ll ordain you as a Glurgyman.