“But I’ll tell you a terrible secret — Are you listening to me? ...There isn’t anyone anywhere that isn’t Seymour’s Fat Lady. Don’t you know that? Don’t you know that goddam secret yet? And don’t you know — listen to me, now — don’t you know who that Fat Lady really is? … Ah, buddy. Ah, buddy. It’s Christ Himself. Christ Himself, buddy.”
I finished lettering this recently & I’ve absolutely loved working on it because this one has a lot of significance for me. I love it when you discover a song or a book or any piece of art and suddenly the reaction is: yes! This is exactly what I’ve been thinking / feeling / internally grappling with, and now here it is, poetically articulated in a way that I never could have conjured up for myself. I could relate to the constant battle of internal dialogue and feeling confined by your own negative conclusions; questioning motives & finding a lack of authenticity or integrity in yourself and the world around you; and struggling with a self-deprecating kind of ego. Cliche or no, Salinger really has the whole angst theme down pat. I’m still troubled by these things often — or more often than I’d like to admit — but it is by understanding and accepting God’s grace alone that I can reshape such a mindset, and I know He still has a great deal of work left to do in me.
This quote is fairly hilarious without the context of the passage, but to me the significance behind it is this: everyone is made in the image of God and is worthy of love and basic human respect. We are not to divide ourselves from those whom we assess to be particularly broken or misguided or reprehensible, etc, but rather serve each other — all of mankind — with our lives, our talents, with every asset that God has graciously given us. We love without abandon or discrimination, just as Christ loves us.
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