Something is Terribly Wrong With Me

So, artist Cosimo Cavallaro has made a six foot, chocolate sculpture of Christ. He's naked, with arms outstretched as if he were hanging on a cross. When I first read about this I thought, "Oh, it's a commentary on the commercialization of Easter, or on the mixing of faith and non- faith celebrations of the season. Sort of interesting. Not terribly clever."

Apparently, my first thought as a Christian was supposed to be that this is, "one of the worst assaults on Christian sensibilities ever." I was also supposed to be horrified that Jesus was naked, because that would mean he had a penis (and in this case a chocolate one) and he really was a man. Most importantly, I should have felt compelled to utter death threats to the artist and to the art gallery employees that were going to exhibit the piece.
I probably should have said, "Jesus! Made of chocolate? Is nothing sacred! Bread and wine is one thing, but oh my God, chocolate is something altogether different. Kill him!"

I definitely should have felt compelled to celebrate history's most generous sacrifice by protecting it with a little bit of violence and insecurity.

This Christianity thing is tough.