If a Christian is one who turns his slapped cheek to the
slapper for more roughhouse, the American male is no Christian. We are more
like Lafcadio Wluiki, the hero of Andree Gide’s novel, “Lafcadio’s
Adventures.” Lafcadio keeps a small
knife handy, and whenever he is insulted, he stabs himself in the thigh to
memorialize the insult. Forgetting is forgiving. We are not braggarts. An
Ahmadinejad here would be laughed to scorn. But we know how to nourish
scorpions in our hearts. That we do well. And when the time is ripe, BANG goes
the stinger.
My guess is that Barack Obama is a bit too modest to consider himself a Christ figure , but artist will be artists. And over at “ To Wit ,” a blog run by professional blogger, journalist, radio commentator and ex-Hartford Courant religious writer Colin McEnroe, chocolateers will be chocolateers. Nice to have all this attention paid to Christ so near to Easter.
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