Saturday, April 12, 2008
Here's the mended angel in his new location, on top of a taller bookcase which, so far, has remained safe from the cats (although I wouldn't put anything past them!). The angel, which I talk about in my Christmas 2004 homily The Angel of Incarnation, is from Gulf Coast Mississippi, made by a local Jewish artist. I bought the statue when my father lived down there.
Ocean Springs, my dad's former home, is also where I acquired the Mexican milagros cross. The painted cat box was a gift from my sister. The two photographs on either side of the angel are baby pictures of my mother; I especially love the one where she has her hand in the goldfish bowl! The metal bird was a present from Mom several Christmases ago.
Because the statue is an icon of incarnation for me, the fact that it's been broken and mended makes it doubly precious, a symbol of healing. And it also reminds me that Communion bread has to be broken before it can feed the faithful, whose job it is to help heal the world. (For a fuller explanation of my personal take on eucharistic theology, see this homily.)
Many thanks again to my student Liz for repairing the angel's broken wing!