Here’s an interesting sculptural specimen I ran across in the crypt at the Episcopal Church of the Frescoes in Glendale Springs, North Carolina, back in June. It is, as you can see, a representation of Our Lord wearing what looks like a pashmina, or maybe a camel’s-hair hand-me-down from His cousin John the Baptist, and is entitled “The Agony in the Wilderness.”
Agony . . . temptation . . . wilderness . . . garden . . .
Let’s call the whole thing off.
[Rating: -32 out of 100]
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