Cross Roads

As the young man struts

down the street in his tight

muscle shirt and baggy low riders,

it hangs from his neck, golden

and shiny, a symbol of his



A middle aged woman

prepares for dinner with

a business client. For a final

touch to her classy ensemble,

the diamond studded ones are

inserted into her ear lobes,

displaying her obvious



Although I wasn’t present, I

can see it in my mind’s eye.

How do I describe the most

important moment in history?

It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t stylin’.

It wasn’t cool. It wasn’t sophisticated.

It was ugly. It was horrific.

It was gruesome, and most of all it was



The Son of God was a bloody mess as

He labored up the hill with that heavy, heavy cross.

But when I saw the look of love

in His eyes and realized the awful part

I played in His execution, I fell on

my face and cried out for mercy.

Millions have done the same as they

experienced the power of God through

the preaching of the



A 14 karat gold, glamorized, sanitized

cross is of no


Give me the life changing one from




1Corinthians 1:18  For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.


Hebrews 12:2  Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.


1Peter 1:18  Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation received by tradition from your fathers;

1:19  But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot:


3 thoughts on “Cross Roads

  1. Excellent writing!!! And so true, that is something that has always bothered me… The Cross became mere jewelry! My husband preached a message years ago on THE CROSS and said many of the things you’ve written… it was good!

    Thank you for your kind words. My inspiration for this was a message my husband preached recently.

  2. .cross is a symbol of death. It stands for the abrupt, violent death of a human being. The man in Roman times who took up his cross and started down the road had already said good-by to his friends. He was not coming back. He was going out to have it ended. The cross made no compromise, modified nothing, spared nothing; it slew all of the man, completely and for good. It did not try to keep on good terms with its victim. It struck cruel and hard, and when it had finished its work, the man was no more.(16)

    Paul wrote to the Galatian Christians: “Those who belong to Christ have crucified the sinful nature with its passions and desires.” (Gal. 5:24). May that be true of us today.
    why would one carry it around???
    nice writing,
    Wishing you all the best

    Hi Zing. I like the question you pose at the end of your comment. If we were to walk around with a big electric chair around our necks or perhaps wear a bracelet with gas chamber charms, people would think we were morbid or really weird, for we know these symbolize execution. The cross is a symbol of the most gruesome execution of all. Thanks for stopping by today.

  3. Thank you for sharing this. I have often wondered if it would be considered “cool” if I had a pair of guillotine or noose earrings, or electric chair ones, even.

    Oh wow. I just read your comment above and it seems we’re on the same wavelength.

    Today is a good day. I have been a bit down in the dumps lately, but the Lord showed His awesome presence today. Thanks for still reading my blog, even if I am mully-grubbing.

    Hi Jayleigh. Thanks for stopping by today. I think all of us have down days, but thank God, He is not just a fair weather friend and is there for us in our darker days too. 🙂

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