No doubt a good few here, upon reading this article, will be lining up the predictable jokes. Wonder how long it will take for someone to post a meme, featuring this cartoon boy being taught a few “sacraments” from behind by a priest?
Looks to me like her feet are covered in blood. That’s appropriate for a catholic mascot.
This is supposed to attract more people into the catholic church?
Are you saying pedos aren’t people?
Just noticed now the image has been enlarged … er, a boatload of crusaders as the badge on his jacket? Hmm …
Youth fashion here currently includes the wardrobe crime of mom jeans; there’s no reason to push young’uns toward the addition of muddy boots.
Also, some Catholic-to-Shinto conversions may happen if the kids get into anime. I don’t know if that religion keeps as many pedos in it’s leadership ranks.
Why does he have the Shell Oil logo in his eyes? Is there a hidden message here?
The Catholic church has been fond of multi-layered symbolism ever since it discovered Passiflora vines. Though sometimes their choices are a bit obscure. Kew Gardens gives you a suitably educational insight into the sort of weird thinking that Spanish Catholics in particular were fond of in the past - though the details of the anatomy of Passiflora blossoms and the recent findings with respect to evolutionary ontogeny on that page are fat more interesting than mythology fanboy gibberings about a cartoon magic man.
With the feverish wibblings about Passiflora blossoms that emanated from the Catholic Church, it doesn’t take much imagining to work out that they probably wove all manner of obscure symbolism into this latest attempt to seduce new altar boys.
Still, at least this doesn’t involve the sort of offences against taste and style that are a feature of American evangelicalism, or their penchant for unintended hilarity (see a whole host of exhibits from any website dealing with bad record covers for some truly cringeworthy examples).
While American conservative churches have a habit of gravitating toward lowbrow idiocy involving amusing innuendo that none of them foresaw, the Catholic Church has for centuries preferred pseudo-intellectual obscurantism or arty pretension with respect to its iconography.
Having said that, though, I confess to having a soft spot for some of the paintings of Bartolomé Esteban Murillo, because he gave his Catholic Icons an aura of warmth and humanity that was potentially dangerous, in an era when the Spanish Inquisition was busy racking up a substantial body count. I may have commented on this artist elsewhere on these forums in the past, but if not, I’ll have to bring some of my musings here, several of which were the product of seeing examples of his work first hand at the Walker Art Gallery in Liverpool. But I digress, if only to point to one instance where the Catholic Church had both sense and taste with respect to its choice of artists.
The offerings put in the poor boxes have funded SEVEN art museums in the Vatican.
I thought it was a girl. Oh how nice, the catholic church has obviously finally decided to embrace transgenders.