What am I doing thinking about the flamboyant surrealist Spanish painter today instead of the coffee cup on Game of Thrones, the latest tidbit on the newly born 7th in line member of the royal family (Yep, looks like a baby to me. I understand thousands of them are born every day) and whether the Cubs will now run away with the NL Central Division? Well, Salvadore Dali was born on May 11, 1904. I always liked his work though I didn’t understand much of it. But then I like Dylan Thomas’ writing and most of it is beyond me. In 1949 he returned to the church and in the following years painted scenes of Jesus passion. My favorite view of Jesus’ crucifixion is his painting of Christ on the cross floating against a black background with a body of water and a boat below. My one memory from visiting the National Art Museum in Washington D.C. in 1963 was viewing his large painting of the Last Supper. It takes nearly a whole wall of the gallery in which it is displayed. Jesus is seated at a table hosting the Sacrament of Holy Communion. Above him and in background is the see-through body of the Father with arms extended. Dali said it was a depiction of the real presence of Christ, while it also depicts the invisible the presence of the Trinity at the Sacrament. What struck me when I viewed the painting was that if one extended the line out from the Father’s arms, it would be a gesture welcoming everyone on earth to the Sacrament of the Real Presence of the Trinity. The only way to not be included would be to stand beside the painting with your back pressed against the gallery wall. I juxtaposition that experience with our attempt to attend a Good Friday Communion service at one of our churches in the evening, where we were told we could not go to communion because we came to late to speak with the pastor, never mind that we were students studying to be pastors. Ah, the church, the church.