Just in time for Easter: Your own… choc-o-late… Je-sus.
A life-sized chocolate sculpture of Jesus Christ is giving some New York Christians a bellyache. The piece was set to be displayed during Holy Week, but complaints have forced the artist to put the Big Man In Chocolate (aka "My Sweet Lord") back into His wrapper.
Strange, a chocolate Jesus seems like such a natural thing for Easter. Catholics in particular don’t object to observing the holiday through idolatry, and they don’t seem to have any objection to chocolate, either. So why the fuss about the sculpture? It’s two great tastes that taste great together.
And, like a Communion wafer, He melts in your mouth, not in your hand.
Perhaps the protesters prefer hollow chocolate to solid?
Perhaps there would be less objection if dark chocolate, with all those healthy antioxidants, were used?
On the other hand, perhaps they are upset that Jesus is brown, rather than that Aryan "ideal" we see in typical depictions of Him? (“I don’t care what the white mon say, Jesus Christ is a black mon…”)
Perhaps some men, who know of women’s legendary weakness for chocolate, are afraid a naked man made of chocolate (complete with gender-appropriate appendage) will make them obsolete?
I can’t answer these questions. But I can proffer this thought: Perhaps New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin, when speaking of the return of “chocolate New Orleans” in the wake of apocalyptic Hurricane Katrina, was really alluding to this Second Coming of Christ in chocolate form(?)