[crazykatz]

I walk to the icon of the Christ...I kiss the feet of Christ on the icon.... UNTIL SUCH TIME THAT I AM ABLE TO KISS THE ACTUAL FEET OF THE CHRIST IN PERSON. I am reminded of the Savior everytime I see the icon.

When I was a small child my beloved Grandmother, who lived with me, died... all I had to remind me of her was a small picture of her...which as a small child... I would kiss each night before going to sleep...

[TPartyType]

#47 is very touching, and I can relate to it very much. I moved recently and attend a new church. I think it's pathetic that, when I go to the Lord's table, each Sunday, there is no image of Christ upon which to focus. There's a processional cross (not a crucifix). There's a big stained glass cross (with a bible, a shell, a dove, etc.) but no corpus. There are lots of furnishings and lovely banners, but I ask myself, each week, "Where's Jesus"?

Now, before you fundies get excited, I realize he's in my heart! But so are my mom and dad (RIP). But I like to look at a photo of them once in awhile, "in rememberance." It helps me remember how much I love them.

When I look upon the cross, yes, with Christ on it (yes, yes, he's risen. I know that,) but when I gaze upon his nail scared hands and his riven side and that awful crown of thorns, everything is placed into perspective. Everything. Sunday after Sunday. My whole life revolves around that rememberance, and the rememberance is enhanced by gazing upon that awful scene . . . and reflecting, with my whole being. The experience is just not the same without the crucifix. (I am saving up to buy my church an altar cross!!!)