“So what are you saying? Indiana Jones is God? We always had a cake shaped like a cross at Sunday School picnics. Lightning never struck. Sheesh.”
kakola, I guess since you said “Sunday school picnics” that makes you Protestant, and therefore… _confused_ about the importance of mystical symbolism, basic theology and so forth.
(It’s also funny that you would happily eat a cross shaped cake — ugh — but consider transubstantiation absurd, but I digress…)
The (now lost to the mists of time) Ark of the Covenant is the holy of holies which contained the original tablets of the Ten Commandments. None dared even look upon it.
One of the honorifics of the Virgin Mary is “Ark of the Covenant” because she “contained” the Word of God, i.e. Jesus.
In other words, the Ark of the Covenant was THE most sacred, literally touched-by-God object in history.
This is the equivalent of making a cake of the Dome of the Rock, or a _crucifix_ cake (as opposed to a plain cross) or a baby Jesus cake or (to bring it down to a simple human level) one in the exact image of your beloved late [insert relative/pet here]
What a shame that even “conservatives” are so secularized, shallow and historically illiterate that they need this explained to them, and don’t _immediately_ and instinctively recoil from such a sight, and instead see everything (as that couple did) in terms of a… Hollywood movie.
I know you’re trying to be glib and clever but:
We don’t “have to ask” God what He would think about this. It’s called the Book of Exodus in the Old Testament. 1 Samuel may be instructive also.
Hint: He wouldn’t be thrilled…
Matter of fact, there’s even a _movie_ about it. I think it stars some Charleton Heston dude. That should make it easy for everyone!
Keep trying, though.
Jeez, I haven’t even had my coffee yet.
I “understand” that among the simple and ignorant, everything — sex and marriage and babies and churches and religious symbols — is just a prop and a game and a toy.
But I stupidly expect more than a smug “so what?” shrug from individuals who claim to be smarter than and morally superior to brain dead, knee jerk secular statists, “progressives” and their parasitical, lower class, rent seeking followers.
I guess I’m the real moron.
On one of our first “dates,” Arnie and I were watching some HGTV show about a guy who designed elaborate gardens. At one point he pointed to a huge shallow stone bowl and chirped at the host, “And THIS used to be in a Buddhist monastery.”
Arnie and I simultaneously muttered:
It was more confirmation to me that Arnie was “the one.”