The CYT Strike Party took place at Saint Aloysius Catholic School.
The religious images at Saint Al's reminded me of a curious episode in my life.
When I served an LDS mission to Guatemala, the religious culture of that place changed me. For a time, I leaned much more conservative, but in a strange, non-American and non-LDS sort of way. For example, the use of religious images became offensive to me, and by religious images, I mean any depiction of deity whatsoever.
Allow me offer some background information.
In contemporary Guatemalan culture, a deep religious divide separates Catholics from Evangelicals. Catholics accuse Evangelicals of subverting the traditional authority of the church and Evangelicals accuse Catholics of mixing Paganism with Christian worship. Mormons are universally distrusted by both sides of the social divide.
On one occasion, I visited the home of an Evangelical to present the first of six religious lessons. The first line of the first lesson said something like, “Most people believe in a Supreme Being…” The purpose of that opening statement is to build upon common beliefs with others who presumably believe in some kind of Higher Power. I followed my missionary training and displayed a simple painting of Jesus as I spoke about my belief in God.
The man interrupted me and said, “Why did you bring that graven image into my home?”
His question stunned me and left me speechless.
He repeated the question, “Why did you bring that graven image into my home?”
Finally I managed rather a timid response, “What do you mean?”
“You brought a graven image into my home,” he accused.
“What do you mean?” I stammered again. He then pointed to the painting of Jesus in my hand.
I still failed to understand. Certainly Mormons weren’t like Catholics, I thought to myself. We didn’t keep statues of the Virgin Mary or of the various saints. Graven images were things used in occult worship, I thought, not something used in the Mormon Church.
“Do you mean this picture of Jesus?” I finally asked.
“This isn’t a graven image,” I said, “It’s a visual aid to help people understand the Savior.”
“Do you know what Jesus looks like?” he asked.
“Well, no,” I said, “No one does.”
“Then how are you helping people understand the Savior?” he pressed. “You’ve created a false image of Christ, and now you promote your falsehood to the people.”
At this point, his resistance annoyed me. Was he serious, or just difficult?
He then quoted the second commandment without opening a book or missing a beat, “Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water beneath the earth.”
“But this isn’t a graven image.” I countered again.
“Is it an image?” he insisted.
“Uh, yes it is a picture.” I said, my voice trailing.
“And is Christ in heaven?” he continued his inquest.
“Then you have made an image of something that is in heaven, contrary to the commands of God.”
“But we don’t worship the image!” I said, my voice breaking with anger, “We don’t pray to it and we don’t give it any special consideration. We simply use it as a visual aid.”
“No matter,” he said, “God commanded us to not make images at all, regardless of the purpose. There is no room for changing the holy purposes of God. You’ve broken the second commandment.”
I left feeling hurt, angry, and confused. I thought he was something of a crackpot, until I encountered others who believed the same. Other people pointed out that Jews and Muslims also avoid depicting deity in any way. “The scriptures are clear on this matter,” they would say. Time and again, I met people who accused me of promoting the use of graven images. By the end, I practically felt like a Satanist.
In time, I began to doubt myself. The way they explained the commandments made me wonder if I had been misled all these many years. At first, I stopped using the visual aids during discussions, and then I questioned my faith in the church altogether.
By the time my mission ended, I was almost convinced that any images of God were a sin.
But then I returned to the United States and my cultural immersion ended. Once I returned to my normal environment, my thinking returned somewhat to a baseline state. In fact, my thinking eventually became the opposite. I’m now fascinated by the images people use to describe their faith. I don’t worship images, but I now appreciate their beauty and their power to motivate people to good.
I’m not sure how to explain what happened to me, except to say that I lived in a powerful environment that affected my thinking. You just can’t understand that different reality until you’ve lived it.