Transfigured Cuteness
Being my defense of the Precious Moments Chapel
Here is an essay kindly solicited by the wonderful Mockingbird magazine regarding my visit (but by now several visits actually) to “America’s Sistine Chapel” in Carthage, Missouri. The trip was initially inspired by my late friend Brett Foster, who—anyone who knew him can relate—was in fact the very picture of childlike joy I commend in this article. I started cynically, but then decided to redirect my cynicism to calculated academic “take downs” of the place, of which there are a few out there. I hope you enjoy the piece, and get to make a visit yourself.
You can only fit so many reproduction in print (where this essay first appeared), so here are a few other illustrations of the parallels I identify (and one I might have added as well).









Thank you. The end of the essay was an especially apt turn. It has left me considering my own relationship with kitsch, and my own blindness to how this also carries or can carry emotional (and theological) weight.
Deeply moving. As it happens, I was driving through Carthage just last week with my 5 young sons and thought about making a stop at the PMC—but didn't, because I didn't know how to explain it to them, or what attitude (urbane? condescending? childlike?) I needed to model. Next time, we'll go. And we'll simply enjoy it!