More than a few have expressed open surprise when they learn of my faith, which fits overall to the Christian Doctrine. Based on research and exploration of the matter I believe the reason for this unapologetic shock is because of the prejudice toward Writers, who, historically, have been hedonistic, perverted, deviate, immoral, and unethical. At least the ones that popular culture deem important and worth remembering past yesterday.
Perhaps because of this segregation and discrimination, I am not inclined to profess my faith in something greater than myself. It is a faith that provides me means to understanding the world beyond myself. And when elements come along that provide not only support but explanation for the basis of my faith, well, there’s nothing gently prodding those who would deny me my faith and tweak those who would declare such things impossible.
As to the Shroud of Turin – the name of which provokes controversy alone – I am interested in it not only for the evidence it portrays for my faith but the story itself. How it is possible to create the equivalent of a modern day photographic negative more than 500 years before photographic technology was established?
Then there is the physical aspect of details in the cloth, which provide veracity to the validity of claim: The blood stains that came from the wrists, not the palms. Study of history of the times has determined that the most common method of crucifixion by the Romans of the time involving driving spikes between the radius and ulna for support of the body, rather through the palms, which would tear and failure as the mass became a dead weight.
Finally, from an artistic perspective, the image of a man’s face, which is asserted to be an image of Jesus: The image in the shroud has the rugged features of a carpenter from Galilea, not the more submissive features interpreted by much of the art produced by Christian artists.
Perhaps all of this can be reduced to a simple fact: A matter of faith.
Regardless of what you believe or don’t believe, there’s a story here: