I wrote this two years ago and I felt led to post it again.
A few years ago my pastor preached a series on this subject.
Easter Sunday morning the concept came flooding back as I was contemplating the
Cross.
First, we can see it from a distance… twenty or so yards
off… highlighted against a brilliant sunset or a dark cloudy day - that shape
can’t help but draw our attention. We acknowledge that it exists, we know what
happened on it and we might even know it is empty but we just can’t seem to
approach it. Whether our feelings of inadequacy, the shame of sin - current or
distant past, or just our fear of what it would mean to acknowledge our need
for more than ourselves - we just can’t seem to get there.
Second, we stand or kneel or even lie face down at the foot
of the Cross. We are overwhelmed by our sin, inadequacies, continual failures
that just reflect how damaged we are. We are devastated by how undeserving we
are of Christ’s death to save us. We believe that only humble repentance at the
foot of the Cross can really save us from our despair and the damage that has
been done to us or that we have done to others. We can’t seem to leave the foot
of the Cross.
But there is a way…
This is the way!
