I begin my studies for the photography in a book about the stained glass windows at one of the local sinners' dens. I hope to discover and show the allusions in the Bible, and with any luck, meditations on the images by the head honcho there, who is a brilliant man; then I will bundle it up in a gorgeous-looking book to donate to them. The book might raise a little bit of money for them, but of more importance to me, it might educate the sinners who attend there, including some of the regular players in the weekly production who, one would think, would know, on what the images in the stained glass windows represent -- further than, duh, somethin' from, like, the Bible. ("Pretty, aren't they? I hadn't noticed until you pointed them out to me.")
It is my hope that the book will provide information about the windows and why they are there for the glory of God. If some do not understand what not to do in spite of Jesus Christ itemizing it in ten points, and the priest drumming it in to them every Sunday, surely they might understand the pictures? If they can't read, and if they can't hear, could they, would they . . . SEE? And if not, how dare they allow that fine fellow, Jesus of Nazareth, to die for nought? As the head honcho asked in his sermon this morning: "How serious are you about your faith?" And would deeper knowledge -- any knowledge at all -- about the windows serve as an inspiration to check on one's faith and relationship with God?
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