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Take a Hammer and Chisel to Rupnik’s Mosaics, by Kristen H. Ciaccia – Brown Pelican Society of Lousiana

Take a Hammer and Chisel to Rupnik’s Mosaics, by Kristen H. Ciaccia

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Lawrence OP. Mysteries of Light Chapel. The mosaic-covered chapel of the Mysteries of Light inside the John Paul II National Shrine in Washington DC. It was decorated by the Jesuit artist Fr Marko Rupnik, and recently completed. A relic of St John Paul II is attached to the altar here... You are free to: Share — copy and redistribute the material in any medium or format ....

By Kristen H. Ciaccia, Crisis Magazine, June 26, 2024

Kristen H. Ciaccia, a once-avowed atheist growing up in Marin County, CA, who “believed in herself,” converted to the Catholic faith on July 17, 1989, when she was eighteen years old. She is a homeschooling mother and lives in Northeastern Pennsylvania, where she and her husband of 30 years, Paul, host a radio show/podcast called “The Angry Catholic Show,” which can be found at TheAngryCatholic.com.

 

This is the hour when the bishops of the United States must repent, and Fr. Rupnik’s mosaics supply the means. Each bishop should spend his vacation removing Rupnik’s mosaics.

Kristen H. CiacciaWhen I was seven, my parents brought home a painting and hung it above the fireplace. They summoned my brother and me into the living room, and we looked at the painting up close. In front of us was a collection of squares in muted and faint purples, pinks, blues, and grays. My parents then had us view the painting from a distance, dimming the lights. A man appeared on the canvas. We were enchanted by this transformation. My parents didn’t tell us the name of the painting or the artist, and it was always known as “the cool painting” in our home.

Last summer, I found myself again contemplating that cool piece of art, this time as a middle-aged woman. I reflected and asked myself: Do I need to stop looking at others so closely that they become a collection of faults? Should I instead step back and take a broader view in order to appreciate humanity? I don’t know what the artist was trying to convey with his art, but I was able to be moved and learn by just contemplating this piece because artwork, detached from the artist, can teach us. …

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