A Polished Cross
I saw him walking across an overpass and had to smile. I do not know his name, but he was carrying a polished cross. It
looked like several cans of Pledge had covered the cross to give it a finished shine in the South Carolina sun. At the base of the cross were two small wheels so the cross could roll. A polished cross!
I never question the man’s sincerity for the actions he was taking, I am concerned the wheels overtake the message.
The fascination people have with the of a cross has trickled down over the years. It comes and goes like every other religious fad and fashion, but it should always be in the forefront of our lives.
Christ’s cross was only polished by His blood! The tree upon which my Savior died was not a smooth, finely sanded cross like we see in stores, displays and church steeples. It was a rough hewn, splintery, blood soaked, skin ravaging hunk of wood. It was that tree (which my Savior made) that my Savior would die.
The product of Pledge or the product of blood? How is your cross polished?
Just some thoughts,
Chris






What an excellent short post, Chris!
I saw a video a week or so ago on FB a friend had posted. In it the singer (all in Spanish, so Tom & I didn’t understand the words) sang about Christ in an absolutely beautiful voice along with a beautiful tune. (I came in from the other room to listen to the music.)
It portrayed Jesus very graphically going through his final two days on earth and hanging on a very rough, bloodied cross. Tom & I were both deeply moved by it and I thought about how even one tiny splinter can hurt so badly. Cannot begin to imagine Christ’s pain and suffering.
Dee