Wandered over from metaquotes. FYI, BJU lost their accreditation years ago due to unwillingness to admit african-americans and later, after they finally admitted them, to allow "fraternization."
They have a very famous gallery of religious art - the real deal, they actually own a Rembrandt. The gallery is on the campus and is open to the public, but years ago you had to follow their dress codes to get in, and I believe the policy is still in place. We went there on a tour when I was in high school, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, and the tour guide at the gallery was a BJU grad student in art. He described to us how he had worked on the team responsible for painting drapes over the genitalia of the cherubs in certain (priceless, irreplaceable, centuries-old) masters the gallery had in its collection. He was very proud to have been chosen for this task. It was apparently a great honor. He actually showed us some examples as we toured the gallery, and sho'nuff, although it was skillfully executed, due to a glaring difference in the age of the paint you couldn't miss where they had actually painted little drapes over the crotches of the renaissance cherubs.
Most of the stories you hear about the place are completely absurd, but the most absurd ones are invariably the ones that turn out to be true.
And "making eye babies" is my new favorite phrase ever.
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Date: 2006-04-05 05:06 am (UTC)They have a very famous gallery of religious art - the real deal, they actually own a Rembrandt. The gallery is on the campus and is open to the public, but years ago you had to follow their dress codes to get in, and I believe the policy is still in place. We went there on a tour when I was in high school, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, and the tour guide at the gallery was a BJU grad student in art. He described to us how he had worked on the team responsible for painting drapes over the genitalia of the cherubs in certain (priceless, irreplaceable, centuries-old) masters the gallery had in its collection. He was very proud to have been chosen for this task. It was apparently a great honor. He actually showed us some examples as we toured the gallery, and sho'nuff, although it was skillfully executed, due to a glaring difference in the age of the paint you couldn't miss where they had actually painted little drapes over the crotches of the renaissance cherubs.
Most of the stories you hear about the place are completely absurd, but the most absurd ones are invariably the ones that turn out to be true.
And "making eye babies" is my new favorite phrase ever.