Just went by the creepy church. They are using the crosses this year. There are people on the crosses. Actual people playing out the passion.
I'm cool with that. But the way it was lit and the sudden shock of Jesus' amply blood soaked rags took us all off guard. Matilda screamed and is still a little bit disturbed. She keeps saying, "that's not right."
I have to agree. This church has plenty of land. Did they have to hold their reenactment of the crucifixion facing a major street? Under floodlights? Next to a Kindercare? With so much blood? And fires burning below the crosses?
Honestly, I wonder what the kids who live across the street are feeling right now.
And, look, I grew up Catholic. We're all about the blood.
And, no, we're not talking a reverential service. This was meant to be disturbing and shocking. I'm a little pissed. I actually feel somewhat assaulted.
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