But guess what?
A Catholic organization – the Catholic League for Religious and Civil Rights – angrily boycotted the exhibit, called My Sweet Lord. According to a League press release, the artist had invited the public to visit the exhibit and take a bite out of the cocoa Saviour when the piece made its official debut at midnight on April 1.
And there also were plans in the works to boycott the hotel – which the Catholic League called “morally bankrupt” in a press release.
“The Roger Smith Hotel will rue the day it sought to declare war on Christian sensibilities”, said the press release published March 29.
In the end, the gallery scrapped the showing; the Catholic group dropped its planned boycott of the hotel, delighted they got what they wanted.
On top of that, the gallery’s artistic director, to protest the exhibit’s cancellation, has tendered his resignation.
Everyone’s entitled to their opinions and beliefs.
But just a sec. Is the offense here the fact that it’s a chocolate Jesus? Or the fact that it’s a naked chocolate Jesus? What if he had a little chocolate loincloth? Would the cries of indignation be as loud?
Or was it the fact that – if the press release reads true – the sculpture, on top of being naked and chocolate, was going to be possibly be eaten, mouthful by mouthful?
I can’t speak for the Son of God ever. But think about it: the holiest of men made out of (in my opinion) the holiest of foods?
If someone wanted to make a likeness of me out of chocolate, I wouldn’t stop them. I’d consider it the sincerest form of flattery.
I’m not sure about the whole anatomic correctness part … but a chocolate Loquacious D? A real one?
I’d probably eat my likeness if I saw it!
It could’ve been a lot worse. It could’ve been a Jesus made out of animal poop.
I’m just sayin’ .