Don’t cringe at the sight of a cross. Don’t particularly want one hanging on my wall. Don’t particularly want a noose, a chopping block, an executioner’s sword, a guillotine or any other execution device hanging on my wall. I don’t worship the cross, I worship God and His Son, Jesus Christ. The cross is a burden and not a thing of beauty.
The cross is a burden and not a thing of beauty.
I do not see the Cross that way at all. When I look at the Cross, I see the MOST BEAUTIFUL THING IN THE WORLD, for it is there that my God gave His life freely so that I can return to His presence.
I worship Christ, not the Cross, but the Cross is so much a part of Christ’s mission and work.
When I look at a Cross, I see Christ and His sacrifice for me.
Here is a Hymn you might remember from your Baptist days:
1. When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of Glory died;
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.
2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
save in the death of Christ, my God;
all the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown.
4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.