CHRIST THE TIGER
by Garret Keizer
God, said Gandhi, could only come to the starving masses of India as bread; he sometimes seems to have come to the barbarians of Europe as paint. The Word was made flesh, and the flesh was made art. For many of us, even now, Jesus is not known so much by a set of sayings or a body of beliefs, nor even by a series of stories, as by a display of images -the stained glass windows and crayon-colored parchment of our personal and historical childhood.