The Holy Foreskin!

How it's supposed to look!

Warning: contains explicit material
The Holy Foreskin!
In researching the whole business of circumcision - what was going to happen to me and what the recovery was likely to be like - I came across some amazing bits of info which quite humbled me. It seems I'm following in some exalted footsteps (?). As my GP said: "you're better off having it done as a child". Fortunately he said this to me afterwards.Here is an example from the Chapman Brothers' exhibition at the Serpentine Sackler Gallery:

Up until 1960 the Catholic Church had a Feast of the Circumcision, but wisely it seems to have given it the 'chop' in recent years. How on earth I came to discover the Holy Foreskin I don't know, but Google throws up some amazing page titles in  a simple search for this divine body part. Here are just a few:

Holy Foreskin! Whatever Happened to Jesus' Foreskin?

Quest For The Holy Foreskin - National Geographic Channel - UK

and Facebook has an answer too:

The Quest for the Holy Foreskin | Facebook

 and the best of all:

The Holy Prepuce - The nun who ate the Holy Foreskin of Jesus...

and this question needs an urgent answer:

Christ's Foreskin. The Circumcision of Jesus. Where'd it go? Potential for Christ CLONES?

The power and popularity of relics in Medieval Europe was dependent upon the saintliness of the original “owner.” The ultimate source of relics, of course, was Jesus himself. But there was just one problem: it is clear in the New Testament that after his resurrection, Jesus was “carried up to Heaven.” Thus, there just wasn’t any possibility of a church acquiring Jesus’ head or foot, as happened with various saints. For the most part, the only Jesus relics available were things like his crown of thorns, his robe, his sandals, or even pieces of the “True Cross.”
But then some astute theologian — or was it a businessman? — realized that not all of Jesus’ body could have been actually transported up to Heaven. Jesus was, after all, a faithful Jew, and as such, he would have been circumcised like every other boy. So where was his foreskin? Whatever happened to that bit of divine flesh?
And thus began a search for a very odd “Holy Grail” which resulted in not one, but up to a dozen different holy foreskins, each competing to be the genuine article. Of course, one presumes that they could not all be genuine and I am not aware of anyone who tried to argue that the unusual bounty was a miracle akin to the loaves and fishes.

http://atheism.about.com/od/aboutjesus/a/holyforeskin.htm

Anyway, if you're still reading I know most of you want to know the personal gory details! The worst part of the op was the 5 hour wait while all the general anesthetic cases were done because they need longer recovery time. The rest of us local anesthetic cases had to wait. Eventually after 5 hours of BBC News 24 about the terrible weather I was wheeled in to the ant-room on a trolley in my disposable hospital underwear (ominous!) and my socks and shoes. Bizarre or what? The young schoolboy-like registrar immediately stuck 2 enormously long needles into me where no one should and said affably that that was the worst part over. And he was right. The surgeon then stuck something sharp where he didn't 'oughta' & on my shout promptly applied more juice!

Then I turned Fleetwood Mac up to full volume on the Ipod (note the product placement, please) and found I couldn't think of anything else. Wonderful - should have done that 2 weeks ago, but maybe Mon would have noticed even less response to any inquiries (or maybe not...). Half an hour later all was done & dusted, but walking out  of the operating theatre in socks and shoes felt really odd.
I can't praise the hospital staff enough for the way they dealt with a nervous, verbally diarrhoeal patient with kindness, skill and humour.
3 days later & it is as if nothing has happened except this isn't mine......