Thursday, March 28, 2013

Come


May you come to the Cross today.  Bring your doubts, your questions, your insecurities and your weariness with you.  Bring your joys, your gifts, your gratitude and your truths also. 

Come to the Cross. 

Worry not about your new, white Easter dress.  Put down your chocolate eggs.  Talk less about a bunny, and more about a Man. Fix your eyes not on the presentation of a service at the church, but on the power of the sacrifice at the Cross.   Walk away from the holiday, as you crawl to the Holy.

Come to the Cross. 

At the Cross, hear the echo of your own voice chanting, “Crucify.”  Feel the mother’s horror tear through you as your heart pleads, “Anyone but my son.”  Sense the surprise and the sweet taste of new grace as you hang next to the King who turns to you and says, “Father, forgive, for she doesn’t know.”  Stand with the friends who watch and wail in wonder, “Who is this Man?” 

Come to the Cross. 

And when doubt slips through the backdoor of your lament and skepticism floods your heavy heart, when you feel more feeble than faithful and more distracted than devoted, come to the Cross.  Hold your doubts and your questions, but hold also your hope and expectation that maybe, just maybe, a miracle is brewing.   

Come to the Cross. 

Dare to lift your head.  Dare to meet His eyes.  Take courage and do not look away, when sorrow and Love flow from His wounds.  In His painful cries of labor, hear the gentle calling of your name.  Let your response not be a sense of guilt that will pass with the wind.  No, receive instead, the permanent stain of grace. Wear it like a wedding ring. 

For you know that you did nothing to earn this Passion.  You know that you do not deserve His life.  But would you know, also, that you were made for this Love? 

Grieve the death.  Mourn the loss. It is right to do so.  For only when we know this pain of Good Friday will we know, also, the joy of Easter Morning. 

And aren’t we all longing for the joy of Easter morning?

Come to the Cross.