Christ And The Laundry
Digitally Manipulated Photograph, 2011
Through the window of a
small Honduran Episcopal church is a clothesline in the yard of the
home next door. The absolutely non-sacred placement is what struck
me. Here God is where man is, there is no set-apart place for Him.
Poverty allows little separateness.
Photography, and my
adaptations of it, tend to cleanse the images of the actual horror
of the poorness of the lives of our brothers and sisters in
Honduras. It is a shame that we are shielded from that even in our
attempts to share it. Perhaps that is one of the things that Christ
pondered as he walked a line none of us would dare, as he was
stripped of his 'laundry,' and hung out for the world to scorn.
May we be flooded with clarity as the layers of gauze are slowly
stripped from our eyes.