This picture was originally posted back in August. Every Sunday, some other days as well, I sit in the service at First Baptist Church in Stockton and think how beautiful this cross is. During last evening’s Maundy Thursday service the cross, bathed in a red rather than blue glow, tore at my heart as it stood as a stark reminder against the backdrop of an emotional communion worship. As I walked down the aisle to receive the communion elements, symbols of Christ’s suffering humanity and shed blood, I looked up at the cross. Tears flowed. Everything around me, the people, the music, faded. All I could sense was Jesus, the Passover lamb, taking my sins to the cross. I hear his words, “It is finished.”
Nothing was ever so beautiful.
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:3-5 (KJV)
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