Imagine the Holy Spirit as a dove.
Does your imagination produce this:
But, but, but… that’s not a dove! That’s Jesus crucified!
I know. I never put the two together, either. When I think of the Holy Spirit dove, I think of… oh, I don’t know, lovey-dovey-rays-of-warm-fuzzies in my heart-heart-heart. But apparently that’s—EEEEEEHHHH! (that’s a buzzer)—-wrong.
From Ven. Fulton Sheen’s Life of Christ:
The Spirit of God never appears in the figure of a Dove anywhere save here [the Baptism of Our Lord]… When the mother of Our Lord brought Him to the temple, her offering was a dove. The dove was the symbol of gentleness and peacefulness, but above all it was the type of sacrifice possible to the lowliest people. Whenever a Hebrew thought of a lamb or a dove, he immediately thought of a sacrifice for sin. Therefore, the Spirit descending upon Our Lord was for them a symbol of submission to sacrifice (59, emphasis mine).
Whaddamean, Fulton J. Sheen? That our fuzzily-wuzzily light-beaming pop “art” of the Holy Spirit is not only gauche, but theologically lacking?