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!
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.
Thank you for reading and for this kind comment!
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!