Despised and Rejected of Men!
Coming to Athens, the capital of Grecian culture
in the height of all its glory. Saint Paul addressed
people of that great city, saying: "Ye men of Athens,
I perceive that in all things you are very religiously-
minded, for passing by and seeing your idols, I
found an altar also, on which was written, 'To the
Unknown God." What, therefore, you worship,
without knowing it, I preach to you," (Acts 17:23)
This incident in the life of the great Apostle, provided
the inspiration that induced Sigismund Goetze to paint
this magnificent picture. Before a stately pillared temple
is the altar TO THE UNKNOWN GOD — VOTUM DEO
IGNOTO. Bound to this altar; is the living, shrinking,
thorn-crowned Christ. His hair hangs down like a veil over His
Face to hide His shame and confusion. A constant
stream of humanity passes the naked Christ —
utterly oblivious of the Victim of man's ingratitude.
We see a young lady of fashion decked out in
the most alluring style of the day. Flirting, she
revels in the amorous glances of her dissipated
escort. Neither can be distracted by the scourged
Christ standing alone, forsaken. There is a learned
scientist so fascinated by his bubbling test-tube
that he is unaware of the Infinite Wisdom of God,
standing beside him in public disgrace. The sport
strolls by engrossed in the victory of his favorite
horse. Hardly would he have time to notice the
suffering Christ!
At the base of the altar itself, a poor mother, hugging
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a sickly child to her breast, rests her weary
limbs. This forlorn, outcast of humanity turns her
back on the bleeding Christ, little knowing that
even her repentance would bring comfort to the
Man of Sorrows. A ragged newsboy hawks his
extra, a scandalous divorce mocking Christ's teaching
on the indissolubility and sanctity of marriage. A
pompous ecclesiastic in fine robes struts by, so
wrapped up in himself that he has no time for any
one else. Behind him comes the business man.
Scheming how to enlarge his fortune, he fails to
realize that gaining the whole world at the cost of
his soul is bad business.
Here we see a judge pouring over his law books.
Blinded with pride, confused by graft, he cannot
see the solution of his case, unmistakably written
in red upon the body of the Victim before him. in
the back-ground we find a politician haranguing the
crowd, so worried over his popularity, that his
soul would be the first thing he would barter for
his re-election.
Glancing aghast at the tortured Christ is a nurse,
the only one in all that mob who has caught the
tones of His pleading. In hours of watching, tending
the sufferings of men, she has discovered the
answer to the mystery of human misery. The
answer is love — love even to sacrifice, love stronger
than death!
The Angel of the Passion, holding the chalice of
suffering, reminds us of Christ's Passion today in
a world that passes by, unheeding, callous, selfish
— "Crucifying again to themselves the Son of God,
and making Him a mockery!" We, too, are
somewhere in that passing crowd.
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