Christian
When I was seven or eight years old, my parents took us on vacation to Vienna. I remember the countless beautiful baroque buildings and small alleyways in the historic city center, but what really made a lasting impression on me was a biblical painting by the famed medieval Dutch painter Jheronimus Bosch displayed at the Vienna Museum of Art History. I stared for God knows how long at the dark apocalyptic painting, absorbing every detail of it in my mind. Christ in Limbo was the name of the painting and it resonated with me instantly. I had no idea what limbo meant, but the image spoke for itself, a testament to the artistic greatness of its creator.
After some time, my father came to stand next to me studying that beautiful piece of art with me. Neither one of us spoke; we jus
