When I bought the icon from eBay a few years ago I thought it was just painted directly onto the wood, but the damage reveals that it was made in a far more traditional manner, with a layer of gauze laid on the wood and then covered with gesso. That makes it harder to repair the picture, and increases the sense of loss.
Icons aren’t just pictures: they are sacramental, bound up
within the structure of promise and covenant which keeps the Church of Jesus
Christ together. God promises to hear our prayers and we promise to make them,
and in the midst is the icon, an image of faithfulness made in faithfulness. To
attack an icon is to attack more than the icon. Icons have personalities, and
even if only I have really invested that much prayer in this one, for me, at
least, our St John is linked to the nature and identity of our little group of
Christians. I look at the vile blister obliterating the saint’s face and I can
feel the burn. Of course the children who did this won’t have thought about it
like that: they won’t have thought about it at all. This act isn’t a product of
thought.
To attack an image of a human being isn’t that far from
attacking a human being themselves. And this morning as I thought about what
had happened and the burning seared into my imagination again a thought came
into my heart, This is what your sins do.
The aggression and desire and fear you direct towards souls made in God’s image
leave scorches and burns on you and on the world. You are implicated in this. So
God have mercy on me, too.
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