Basically, the title of this blog has nothing to do with Ash Wednesday. I simply couldn't think of a title for what I wanted to write about this week. Every week we go to the Ashmolean on Wednesday, so I put two and two together and wrote "Ash Wednesday." I know...I'm clever.
This last week when I went to the Ashmolean I couldn't help but look at this painting by Giotto. It is a painting of Jesus' crucifixion. Underneath Jesus on the cross, lies Jesus body being mourned over by Mary and the disciples. This was one of the first times I was drawn to the expressions on the disciples' faces. It nearly brought me to tears because it made me think how Jesus's death affected them personally.
The discpiles had just lost their best friend, the man they had spent so much time with, the one man that made them feel more important than anyone else, the man they could coonect with more than anyone and that knew them better than they knew themselves. Sure, they knew he would raise again, but with that knowledge came the knowledge that they would not get to be with him like that until they were in eternity with them. Their humanity I could really relate to. I just realized how hard it must have been for them. It was also interesting to see the different personalities and how they handled grief; some weeping, others sad, and Peter looking frustrated.
I am learning to put myself into the art and it really beomces personal; well, at least when it is something that is important to me.
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