I’ve never owned, nor would I wear a gold cross. Or one with diamonds or rubies or other precious stones. I submit that all costume jewelry crosses should be made of rough and painful wood splinters that pierce the flesh and disturb the soul.
I have seen obscenely large gold crosses hanging from the necks of ungodly rock stars and Hollywood celebrities who have no right to wear this precious symbol. I have seen crosses dangling from the ears of brazen, scantily clad dancers and singers who bring shame on the very One who hung on that cross for their sins.
As Protestants, we rightly dwell on the resurrection of Christ rather than what he endured on the cross. Not for a minute would I imitate other religious groups who seem permanently transfixed by the cross.
Last year, a figure of Christ was removed from the cross in front of a local church. The priest lovingly explained that he wanted his congregation to begin emphasizing a risen Christ rather than a Christ still nailed to the cross. Protesting church members forced him to replace the figure, and his congregation was once again satisfied with tradition.
But do we, as followers of Christ, spend enough time contemplating his suffering, his agony, his bleeding, his crying out to his Father, his gasping for his last breath and finally, his death?
Do we, in our haste to celebrate Easter Sunday, hurry past, or worse, ignore the somber, dark hours on Friday, that time when we should be prostrate before him, remembering, thanking, praising him? Shouldn’t this be a time of discomfort, confronting our sins and realizing what an incomprehensible and terrible price was exacted from this God/man on our behalf?
The churches I have attended normally do not schedule Good Friday services. Indeed, most of them follow their regular routine, only casually glancing at the clock from noon to three o’clock, the time traditionally set aside to remember this awesome event. In our zeal to emphasize the emerald brilliance of the resurrection, we have all but forgotten the stark and total blackness of Calvary.
Philip Yancey, in his remarkable book, “The Jesus I Never Knew” wrote: “I still cannot fathom the indignity, the shame endured by God’s Son on earth, stripped naked, flogged, spat on, struck in the face, garlanded with thorns. ‘The idea of the cross should never come near the bodies of Roman citizens,’ said Cicero. For the Romans, crucifixion was the cruelest form of punishment, reserved for murder, slave revolts and other heinous crimes. Roman citizens were beheaded but never crucified.”
On Good Friday, I hope to spend some time alone in a secluded spot where I can reflect upon Christ’s unbelievable suffering.
I want to weep over the thick, angry nails ripping into those beautiful, sensitive hands that had tenderly stroked the heads of children
He drew to His side.
I want to cry over those calloused, sturdy feet that once walked through the blistering sands to bring healing and comfort to the hurting and oppressed.
I want to dwell on those loving eyes from which poured tears of tender compassion as he cried out, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
I want to remember his agony, his humiliation, his pain and finally, his awful death to which he finally submitted to pay for my sins.
An old hymn says it so well:
See from his hands, his nails, his feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns possess so rich a crown?
Although I agree about the Cross being worn for show and for beauty's sake with it's gold, diamonds, and precious stones by people who are desecrating it by flaunting a lifestyle that is not worthy of what it stands for; I also believe, (as was my case when I owned one some years ago) that it was a symbol, or a logo perhaps, of faith, and a shout to the world that they're a Christian & a constant reminder of what Jesus did for them on Calvary.
I loved this piece; it gave me a new insight and courageously spelled it out for all to think and remember...and we SHOULD indeed weep many, many tears. Great read!
This piece brings us back to where we should be, at the foot of the cross! It is really wonderful.
I was impacted deeply when I saw Passion of the Christ - brought to tears of guilt and deep sorrow at the realization of what my saviour did for me... the anguish, the cruelty, the bloody torn flesh of his body, the separation from his father... all for me. I cried out in the theatre saying, forgive me, forgive me. A christian for most of my life, yet never truly aware of the meaning of the crucifiction until I saw it visually.
Your piece brings these images again to my mind... it's very visual. It did me good to remember again.
Lesley-Anne (LA Evans)