I would love to steal the incredible larger-than-life size wooden crucifix from Immaculate Conception downtown . . . they only bring it out for Lent . . .
I know where they put the crucifix they took out of our church when the altar was “renovated.” I have occasional fantasies of people walking into the church and simply finding it restored one day, no comments, no fuss, just back in its place. But we’ve moved so far away from the Cross in our happy-slappy Catholicism here that most people would probably be horrified.