When I look at a cross, I see more than a shape, more than a form, more than a symbol. Many see the cross as a symbol of Jesus’ death. After all, when it is depicted, lots of times Jesus is hanging there.
Maybe what we should actually see, though, is what is not there – Jesus is not there! He conquered death, though he was nailed to the cross, tortured. He is stronger than anything on this earth. He died there on the cross but He did not stay there. He was placed in a tomb from which he walked away. He rose again so that we may have life through Him. He was resurrected!
When you see a cross, notice what is missing – our sins? Gone. Our hurts? Taken care of. Our pains? Dealt with. Our mistakes? Our problems? All of it – taken on Jesus’ shoulders and disposed of.
When you see a cross, notice the love. The love is dripping of the cross beam on which Jesus was hung. He was hung there out of love for us. For you. For me. Love is what allowed Him to be placed there. He could have stopped it. He had the power to say “Nope. Not gonna.” But he didn’t. Because He loved me.
When you look at the cross, see that Jesus loved you and me so much that he conquered death to give us love. As this hymn states “love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.” Will you give it all to Jesus? After all, the cross is empty. My all is not so much when compared to that. So, when you look at the cross, what will you see?
lyrics: Isaac Watts (1707)
music: Lowell Mason (1824; some attibute this to a Gregorian Chant melody)
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.
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.
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?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.