I wore a cross around my neck for several years until it broke. I never wore it outside to be seen, then one day someone ask me why. I wear a cross not be shown as a look at me I'm a Christian, I wear it to remind me of what one man, God, who became a man to walk on this earth did for me. HE died on a cross, a nasty piece of wood, it wasn't pretty like the ones people wear or the clean cut nicely shaped ones you see in and around churches.
It was rough cut splintered and a place for a horrible death, covered with blood, and flesh. It was the most excruciating way to die in HIS time and still today. Years ago I did an in depth study of crucifixion and the crucifixion of Christ. It was an eye opener to say the least, it was a time of discovery for me, of where I had been and where I was going. So here it is Passover week and soon to be Easter, so I ask you to look at the cross and remember when you see the bright shining gold and silver or the perfectly cut steeples that Jesus died for all man kind and it wasn't pretty it wasn't about eggs and bunny's, or presents, But it was in a way beautiful, that He would give so much for such an undeserving world. Greater love has no man but to lay down his life for another.
Put it in the fore front of your life and think, how do we deserve His grace and mercy how do we deserve the sacrifice that He gave for us.
