Word: crucifixes
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...photos and models of recently built churches (more than 800 French churches were destroyed or damaged in World War II), stained glass, chalices, monstrances and vestments, and paintings and statues which ranged from the representational to the altogether abstract. Perhaps the most impressive of the lot was an austere Crucifix by Ponomarew Szekely, in which Christ was symbolized by no more than an abstract pattern carved into, and subtly complementing, the face of the Cross. But the majority of the works on exhibition proved to be as dour as St.-Sulpice was sweet. In struggling to be different, the contributing...
...Austins. Rolls-Royces, and by the special bus that he sends to the railroad station to meet the train from London. They wait for their appointments amid sweet-smelling flowers and chirping parakeets, then are welcomed by the eager healer himself in a large, paneled room with a white crucifix on a table...
Above the high altar of the Benedictine Abbey of Ampleforth, in Yorkshire, hung a man. He was holding on precariously to the foot of the crucifix, while a voice said: "Amplexus expecta [Cling and wait...
...last day he arose and, as usual, looked out the window toward a hillside crucifix, then murmured: "I can't see the crucifix." A few hours later he talked with Premier Scelba in Rome. Hunched over the telephone, he said passionately: "EDC must be launched! . . . Europe and the fatherland must be saved." He turned from the telephone in tears. A few hours later he had another heart attack and then another. A priest was summoned, and Alcide de Gasperi, a devout man all his life, received the last sacrament. His daughter began to read the prayer for the dying...
After Peppone has gone, Don Camillo stares morosely into the fire. Christ on the Crucifix, to whom the priest often turns for advice or argument, berates him: "Don Camillo . . . you .[are] in the service of the King of Heaven, not of the kings of clubs and diamonds. You ought to be ashamed." "Lord, I know I'm in the wrong," confesses Don Camillo. His eye turns to the fireplace, where the last of Peppone's marked deck is beginning to burn. The priest sighs-but he sighs not so much for his wrongdoing as for the realization that...