This is, of course, the Feast of Good Friday, but I call it The Feast of the Brokenhearted. Why? Because for Christians -- especially those first Christians -- it was the darkest day of their lives.
All their hopes and dreams seemed to be crushed.
When we have days like that, we say that our hearts are broken. All we have to do is look around us at the world to see how many millions of people are "celebrating" this feast day by suffering. They may have no idea that it is a special day for the Christian Chruch, but, nevertheless, it is their feast day as well.
The first picture I wanted to show you tonight comes from a Christian church where people would, indeed, know about Good Friday. The tragedy it reveals, however, is that it shows heartbreaking destrtuction. This destruction was done not by non-Christians but by Christians who happen to believe differently from those who worship in this church.
The poor, child Jesus, was not only crucified, He has now been decapitated as well.

When the young woman finally managed to escape and get back home with her daughter, she was ostracized by her family, especially her own mother, and forced to live as a beggar. Finally, after much persistance, she and her mother were reconciled and now lead a more or less peaceful co-existence.
The experience has made the young woman strong and determined, but left both her and her mother with broken hearts. And, of course, the young daughter has yet to face her "cross" when she learns the history of her conception and early life.
Then here is a photo of a Madonna and Child from a camp in Darfur -- both of whom seem to be starving to death!
Another group that is suffering and seems to be fighting against insurmountable odds are the Tibetans. Here is the first quick draft of a drawing that I did. I saw a picture in the newspaper a few days ago of this boy monk leading a demonstration and I knew I wanted to draw him. The problem has been: what to do with the rest of the drawing?
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