Easter is just a few days away, but before Easter, there was a cross. Before life there was death; there was a debt to be paid.
It bothers me when I read of 'Artist's' who use The Cross of my Saviour profanely. The Cross of my Saviour was never meant to be inverted and misshaped.
It was never meant to be made into something vulgar or to be used as some sort of magic wand.
It was never meant to be made into a charm for us to rub and hold while we pray, or to even dangle from our keychain.
The Cross means something!
For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God-1 Corinthians 1:18
So what do you think of when you see The Cross?
I see shame that should have been mine-
I see the cost of my sin that I could not pay for myself-
I see agony and a sacrifice made by the sinless Son of God-
I see an extended Grace that I cannot comprehend, but will gladly accept!
I see love.
But that's just me!
Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed- 1 Peter 2:24
"It was Christ who willingly went to the cross, and it was our sins that took Him there." Franklin Graham