North African Muslim attacks 17th century Crucifix

The history on the Church can be read here.

The edifice is popular as the seat of the cult of Saint Lucy of Syracuse, whose remains are housed inside.
[…]The church is object of pilgrimages and wide devotion for the presence of the relics of Saint Lucy, which were carried here in 1861 when the nearby church dedicated to her was demolished. In 1955 Angelo Roncalli, future Pope John XXIII and then Patriarch of Venice, had a silver mask put on the saint’s face to protect it from dust.
The saint’s body was stolen on July 7, 1981, but was restored in December of the same year without any ransom.

The Crucifix can be seen at 26 seconds here:

Video of the damage and description of attack in Italian:

Article in Italian here. Partial machine translation reads:

A young man of North African origin likely entered the church of St. Jeremiah and has heavily damaged the religious artifact. It was stopped by the caretaker and some faithful.

“It’s wrong. It’s all wrong,” he kept repeating the young Muslims that this morning has created havoc in the church of St. Jeremiah , in Cannaregio, Venice (the same one that houses the relics of Saint Lucia).

The man had been reported outside the church a little ‘revved up: Then, entering the place of worship, began to freak out. In a video spread online, the guardian tells what happened, shocked: “He tried to cross the main altar of the church. He said that ‘something was wrong'”.

More video here.

H/T M

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One Reply to “North African Muslim attacks 17th century Crucifix”

  1. “The man had been reported outside the church a little ‘revved up: Then, entering the place of worship, began to freak out. In a video spread online, the guardian tells what happened, shocked: “He tried to cross the main altar of the church. He said that ‘something was wrong’”.”

    Entering a building of statues does feel a little creepy, especially if some people pray to them for something in return. You instinctively want to get out from walking over people’s coffins under the stone floors.

    But then that feeling is there again when you enter a mosque, the cattle barns with brow-stained carpets. The submission of humanity.

    Afraid of ghosts or the living dead.

    And these warehouses of futility do what they are meant to do what they do, to put the fear into the child to be made to confess sins or to memorize the Koran in unknown Arabic, (to lie at achieving these impossible conditions), to reach out to their abusers hoping to cease insulting them and pick on someone else, the cruelty of Fathers and Imams, these wicked who will have them do good.

    A Muslim with little manhood passing a temple with no manhood finds the erection too tempting to pass on.

    And a Catholic full of grace passing a Mosque with no grace feels the warmth of friendship they can give – where they had once always prayed to receive. A little love meets people with no love and they rise to the occasion.

    The pederast or pedophile; abusers attracted to destroy each other with the superiority in their judgements of hate or love.

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