01 December 2006
I am in Oslo for the second day. We visited a public park (I cannot remember the name) that was full of nude sculptures representing every stage of life from birth to death. The sculptures were so moving that I thought I'd post a few.
I also found the experience interesting as I wondered what the Christian is supposed to think about nudity. Everyone in my group had a momentary expression of internal discomfort - a slightly dirty joke from one person; a nervous snicker from another while posing for a picture near a nude man; fumbling over words for breasts and genitals; etc.
There seems to be a tension between post-fall shame at our nakedness, and pre-fall appreciation of the beauty and freedom of nakedness.