“He is despised and rejected by men,
A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him;
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.
Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed…
Because He poured out His soul unto death,
And He was numbered with the transgressors,
And He bore the sin of many,
And made intercession for the transgressors.” Isaiah 53:3-12…………………
The cross lay on the ground. Made of bamboo, or wicker. I wasn’t sure of the material. Someone had obviously picked it up in a church service that Sunday held in a school building. The person hadn’t wanted to keep it. Nor had the person wanted to throw it in the trash. The cross landed on the ground. The cross just lay there as I walked by it. Then I turned around. To take a picture. I knew there was a message in it. A message about how the cross gets forgotten. Not that cross that lay on the ground. THE cross.
The cross of the Lord Jesus Christ. The one He hung upon, was tortured on heinously, beyond description, the one He died upon. The one as He hung on He bore the whole world’s sins upon Himself, and all God’s wrath at all the world’s sinners, all of us, for we’re all sinners, and the punishment for our sins, death, hell, and the lake of forever apart from God. The forgotten cross. Forgotten?
Yes, forgotten. Sometimes those of us who are born again spiritually, who have been forgiven by God and promised an everlasting relationship with Him, by His grace, through repentance and faith in Him as Lord and what He did on the cross and how He was raised from the dead, forget the cross. We believe in Jesus, and we start following Him, and we get caught up in our lives, and we read the Bible, and pray, and go to church, and love and serve the Lord and such, but we start moving away from the cross. Forgetting what exactly the Lord did on it, that there is nothing more important in the universe than the Lord Jesus Christ and what He did for us on the cross, that there is nothing in the universe that we must be more thankful for than the Lord & the cross.
That day, I left that cross on the ground where it lay. When I think about it, I think about how lonely it must have been lying there, forgotten. Once fitting comfortably and confidently into someone’s hand holding it. Once treasured and valued. Once cared for. Then tossed onto the ground, left behind, abandoned, forsaken, like it never existed, like it never mattered, like it never had a worth, not much of one anyway, not enough to be remembered, to be kept. The person who had held it probably never thought about it again, or not much, and not often.
Friend, may we never, ever forget the cross. Most of all, may we never, ever forget the Lord Jesus Christ who gave up His life upon it, dying the most heinous death any human has or ever will die, so that those who repent and believe in Him as Lord, truly devoting their lives to God and His ways, will live with Him forevermore!
Don’t forget the cross. Please don’t forget the cross! Even those of us who are fully committed followers of the Lord Jesus Christ, we need this reminder, don’t we? Because sometimes we get swept away with our everyday lives, and even with the things of the Lord, and with following Him, but somehow in the midst of it all, if we’re not careful, we may forget the cross. THE CROSS. The CROSS OF CHRIST. May we never forget. May we always remember. THE CROSS. And the LORD JESUS CHRIST who gave up His life upon it so those who repent and believe in Him as Lord, and in what He did on the cross, and how He was raised from the dead, fully dedicating our lives to Him, will with Him live forever!
DON’T FORGET THE CROSS!