Tag: Cross

The Sound of Love’s Sacrifice

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Some folks shot me strange looks as I was coming out of Home Depot a few days ago. 

 

I was carrying a 5’ wooden cross.  I also got some nods of partial understanding…it was, after all, Good Friday.  Members of my family in Christ didn’t need to know the reason for the cross I was carrying.  They simply did the math and reckoned it had something to do with Easter celebration.  I lugged the cross through the parking lot feeling the splinters of the oak beam dig into my shoulder.  For a moment I paused to consider the weight of the Cross Christ bore on the Via Dolorosa. 

 

It is no secret to anyone who knows me that I love special occasions.  My domestic flair peaks with the approach of a holiday.  Determined not to permit decorating and cooking for 20+ people to overshadow the meaning of our Lord’s death and resurrection, I had gone to Home Depot with a mission in mind.  The cross would be placed out side my front door with 9” spikes partially nailed at opposite ends of the crossbeam.  A sign posted above the cross draped with a crimson sash read “It wasn’t the nails that held Him there.  It was His love for You.” Guests would be invited to hit one of the spikes with a hammer as a visual and auditory reminder, “Christ took the nails for me”.   

 

Predictably the guests began to arrive and each person was surprised to be greeted with a hug and a hammer.  Still all understood the powerful imagery and were sobered at the invitation to hit the spike.  The sound of the hammer driving the nail was powerful and sent chills down my spine each time I heard it.  It was the sound of Love’s sacrifice.

 

What must it have been like that day at Calvary?  Christ did not simply hear the spikes, He felt them.  Every blow.  In His wrists.  Through His ankles.  These were not little nails but large spikes ruthlessly driven deep into His flesh.  Did He grimace?  Did He cry aloud?  Did He weep?  Whatever His response to this torture, we know 2000 years later the nails were not what held Jesus to the Cross.  As a mob at His feet mocked Him to save Himself, Jesus could have called legions of angels to His rescue.  But love made a choice that day, a choice to hang there.  Love chose to endure the agony.  Love chose to die for the sin of mankind.  Love chose to pay a price man could never afford, to give a gift man would never deserve. 

 

He endured the suffering that should have been ours. Isaiah 53:4

 

Praise be to God that Calvary was not the end.  As I celebrated Easter Sunday with friends and family today, we gave thanks for the sacrifice of Jesus on the Cross and we rejoiced in His Resurrection.  Because He lives we have hope for this journey.  Beyond that, Christ’s victory over the final enemy…death…offers us the promise of eternal life with Him in heaven.

 

“God raised Him up, having loosed the pains of death, because it was not possible that He should be held by it.” Acts 2:24

 

Jesus Christ is RISEN!

Breakfast on the Beach: Cleansing Tide

Breakfast on the Beach Day 4, St. Augustine, FL

 

Tides rose so high through the night, debris literally litters the beach…thousands of shells & fragments, seaweed in abundance, even occasional pieces of soggy driftwood strewn about.  It’s as if the ocean heaved to dump sea refuse on the shore then receded to distance itself from the ensuing mess.  If an alien landed on this beach at this moment, he might conclude that nothing good or useful comes out of the sea—only pollution that once served a purpose, now rendered useless.

 

How many times in my 40+ years of existence have I felt life relentlessly churn me, then spit me out much like the ocean & these broken shells?  What once shone beautiful & meaningful, now lies reduced to rubbish with little or no value, mere remnants only the most vivid imagination could picture as lovely.  Failed relationships, workplace tensions, ill-placed loyalties, wrong priorities, poor choices, missed opportunities…all waves in the ocean of life with tragic remains sprawled out onshore, scattered in pieces as painful reminders of my fallen state.  My mind renders no reason to believe God could redeem anything from this mess.  Yet the Bible says he gives “beauty for ashes” {Isaiah 61:3}…He exchanges rubble & ruin for temples of glory.  His glory.  In His time.  Just as we cannot change tides’ timing, God’s purposes in our lives cannot be hurried. 

 

Eventually tides swell once again, pulling debris out to sea, sweeping beachfronts clear.  A forceful act of our Divine Creator wiping away all evidence of beach clutter, leaving nothing but pristine sand. How powerful the picture, how precious the reality of what Christ accomplished at Calvary.  In one unselfish act of obedience to his Father, our Savior Jesus washed away life’s clutter, most notably the ugliness of sin and rebellion separating us from our loving God.  Just as waves ebb & flow in constant replenishment & removal of seaweed, our redemption manifests in on-going exchange…our sins for his blood.

 

Averting my eyes from fragmented beach garbage, I follow waves in far off distance merging with endless horizon. This body of water harbors much more than sand and shells beneath my feet. True also of God’s purpose for our lives where beauty and  deep riches remain hidden, unrealized while standing on this shore. 

 

“…it does not yet appear what we shall be, but we know that when he appears we will be like Him…” I John 3:2