
Dear God, I was digging through a bowl I keep in my closet yesterday that contains loose change as well as old jewelry I have kept from over the years. When I saw this old cross and chain, which I probably haven’t worn regularly in well over 30 years, I decided to put it on. Later in the day, my wife asked me about it, and I told her I just felt compelled to wear it. Only the chain is visible around by the back of my neck. The rest is under my shirt. I just wanted it to be for me to know it’s there.
The reason I’m praying about it this morning is because something interesting happened when I looked at it shortly after I first woke up. I saw the three spike/nails that make it up and it disgusted me. That’s the word that came to my mind: disgust. These three nails had hurt my Jesus. They represented something so heinous that should not be taken lightly. I first bought this cross (maybe it was bought for me) when I was 17, and it had never hit me that way before. How could I casually put something around my neck that represented something so awful.
I started wondering about changing it for the silver James Avery crucifix that was given to me at an A.C.T.S. retreat I attended with the Catholic church my wife and I both go to (and of which she is a member). Maybe I could wear that. But is that really any better? Jesus’s body hanging on a cross. That’s pretty heinous too.
Then I started to consider maybe buying another cross that was prettier and didn’t have this symbolism. I’ve seen a James Avery cross that is smooth and pretty with a dove in the middle to represent the Holy Spirit. Maybe that would be more palatable for me and would disgust me less.
It’s that last thought that brought me full circle. Maybe disgust is what I am supposed to feel when I think about what Jesus had to endure for me. For us all. Maybe I’m just now getting that feeling every time I see this cross. Maybe I’m supposed to feel that much more grateful for his sacrifice. For his suffering. For his mercy. For his power. For who he is to me now. For what he is doing through me now.
Father, I think I am going to wear this for a while. I don’t know how long. I was surprised that it didn’t annoy me as I slept last night. But for right now, I think I need to embrace the fullness of what this cross represents. I’ve always gotten the imagery, but I don’t know that I’ve ever felt the true impact of the imagery until now. I am sorry. I am sorry for my sin. I am sorry I continue to miss so many opportunities. I am sorry I judge. I am sorry I am selfish. I am sorry for my stubbornness. I am sorry for unforgiveness I continue to carry. You are my God. I love you. I’m grateful for you. Thank you for loving me so much that you sent your only Son into the world to live, teach, set an example, love, and then die and rise again just so that I can be restored to you. Oh, how I love you. Help me to carry that love and grace into the world today and into all of the interactions I have with others.
I offer this to you in Jesus and with your Holy Spirit,
Amen


