...Vacation Bible School. By all rights, I should love it. It’s inexpensive. It takes all comers. There’s not usually a rush to sign up so slacker moms like me can get spots. It takes a whole week. The woman who runs the thing is absolutely lovely. But despite all the pluses, I delay and hesitate signing up because of the illustrations that to my sensibilities, assault my capacity for reverence.Go read the whole thing to get to #1.
I speak of two horrors to my intellect created for the purposes of Vacation Bible School Catholic Style.
2) Mr. Tabernacle. There are times I wish words would fail me. An illustrated smiling tabernacle which opens its chest to reveal the consecrated host, stares up at me from the assorted sheets for coloring. Now I know the good people that run my kid’s summer Vacation bible school have opted not to use the character, but images once seen, cannot be unseen. Words read cannot be unread. R2D2 after his final vows remains fixed in my mind.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Sherry Antonetti, Catholic mother of eight and a humorist (I'd think you would have to be) at Chocolate for your Brain, has an amusing yet horrifying post about Vacation Bible School at her parish: