The Cross

Last year I started a new Bible study that has been challenging and growing me in many ways, but most specifically I've gotten to dig deep into my Bible. We've been studying the book of John and it has been so awesome to learn more about Jesus. A few weeks ago we studied and read about His time on the cross. As one who's grown up in the church I am guilty of the sin of letting the Word become routine to me. Yes, yes, I know Jesus died on the cross for my sins.

BUT as I reread the Gospels, the pain and suffering that Jesus endured became R-E-A-L to me.

He was shamed.

Humiliated.

Disgraced.

Beaten to a bloody pulp.

He was deserted by everyone.

He carried the heavy unbearable weight of sin, all sin.

He had the chance to ease His suffering and He refused even the slightest bit of comfort.

He chose to look out for the interest of others at the darkest time in His life.

He was faithful to His life mission until the very end.

He remained noble and dignified in the midst of the most degrading behavior.

This is Jesus, my Jesus.

During the study, the leader encouraged us to not just see a cross as furniture, or art, but to SEE the cross. My eyes have been reopened to the terrible gruesome redeeming reality of the cross of Jesus Christ. I am so grateful.