In 2008 a boutique hotel bought a small collection of icons for one of their stylish suites. I had the opportunity to see them installed and was satisfied with how elegant they looked. The series was called “Christ as Language”. A series of 5 icons was inspired by the Biblical text, “In the beginning was the word”. The form of communication is not as important as the reality we seek. The Christ face at the center is divine image and guide, where we seek to receive His council.
What a shock to see the image decimated.
Last month I got a call from the hotel manager telling me something had happened to two of the icons and if at all possible, could I fix them? I was confused and asked if he could bring them by the studio for a look. When he arrived and I had a chance to see them, I was shocked. Apparently one of their guests had gotten very drunk in the bar with a girlfriend, rented a room at 10PM. They checked out the same night early morning around 3AM. When the maid entered the next day to change the room, she found the two icons decimated with scratches through the Arabic lettering and a hole beside the face of Christ, punched right through to the wall.
The cost of fixing the Anger
I stood there looking at these damaged icons wondering what kind of anger is rampant in the world. This civilized, privileged and educated hotel guest had gotten Violent. Most things can be fixed but where are we going in our society with all the anger and frustration taking root in the human soul.
When a nation invades another nation, the destruction is massive and the cost of fixing it is also massive. The resources we need to replace what we have made are exorbitant. I, like many people hear the news daily about war torn countries having to be rebuilt. It grieves me deeply to witness the spiritual and physical loss these countries endure. Innocent people and all their connections to one another, the years of commitment and planning required to build a small city, after the anger, all is left as debris with everything in shambles. It matters little whether the fury is large or small. As they say, a hurricane starts with a butterfly wing. Stop the Violence, large and small.