Freedom. Freedom from a lifetime of collecting debts bigger than I can pay.
Relief. Relief from always doing, trying, striving.
Grief. Grief that the only person who knew how to love perfectly had to die for the rest of us who still screw it up.
Joy. Joy that death is no longer the last page of the story.
Peace. Peace that soothes all my messiness and chaos.
Hope. Hope that someday every wrong will be made right and every tear wiped away.
Safety. Safety in knowing there is something good and pure that stands true in spite of attempts to profane it.
“This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again.” ~ John 3:16-17, The Message
With the cross, God put me right again. It means everything to me.
What does the cross mean to you?
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