What a glorious day, for so many reasons. Like so many of you, I’ve had the cross on my mind today, and the sacrifice of our Savior on that instrument of torture and death.
Friday is also my usual day off, and would have been anyway since Good Friday is one of our church staff’s “official” days off. One of my precious girls turned 9 today, and we spent the day together as a family doing fun stuff. We ate at Pizza Hut for lunch, and went over to Braum’s for some ice cream (Joy and I shared a cookie dough cone). We spent a couple of hours having our first letterboxing experience, which was a lot of fun.
I’m now sitting in the living room on the MacBook listening to the laughter of a house full of girls partying and sleeping over for the night. I’m also in recovery/recharge mode after last night’s public dress rehearsal for Sunday’s musical. I’ll blog a confessional as usual on how everything goes this Sunday, and a full run down of what songs we sang and what their ultimate source was.
For today, I’ve had this song from the musical in my head all day, and I want to share. It’s called The Cross, and it was originally recorded by The Crabb Family. It’s a good reminder for us to not let the cross become just another religious symbol that we make into cool jewelry, or to treat the cross as something it is not, an object of worship itself. The cross is a symbol, but of the sacrifice of Christ for us. It is an icon, but representative of the love and grace freely bestowed on us who don’t deserve such.
The Cross
To some it’s just an emblem a formality,
it’s a symbol that’s been used so frequently.
Many blaspheme and despise,
though it’s ancient, it abides.
A shrine to death that stands for life to me.
There was a cross made for the Son at Calvary.
Two pieces of rough timber on a hill.
Through his hands and through his feet,
He took the nails for you and me.
Angels watched as he died for the lost.
Though he could of walked away he chose the cross.
You see why this old emblem is so dear to me,
it stood for suffering, yet it brought us peace.
It bridged the gap for men,
Offered cleansing for our sins.
An icon that reminds us that we’re free.
God forbid that I should ever let my memory fade,
but forever keep the cross in view for that’s where I was saved.
There was a cross made for the Son at Calvary.
Two pieces of rough timber on a hill.
Through his hands and through his feet,
He took the nails for you and me.
Angels watched as he died for the lost.
Though he could of walked away he chose the cross.
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