For Western people religious life is about crying ‘Jééééééésus’ or ‘Kraist’ or more recently:
‘Oh my God’

Such a plea sounds as ‘plastic’ as the American movies where it comes from. Or as plastic as the posh girls who uses it time and again.

For Jesus this ‘plastic’ is NOT a no-go area:
His Golgotha may be a burnt plastic container, His image may be a Polish kitsch souvenir but it only shows that nothing can diminish His reality.