When I think about the cross, I have to ask myself one question.
Has the cross ever been a problem or is it just me?
For instance, one group took the cross and makes it a symbol of hate. They instigated all sorts of evil and strife by burning it in yards across the South and, sadly, some “good Christians” went along with it. Living one way throughout the week and applying a thin coat of Christian polish on Sunday morning to feel better about themselves. Thick enough to fit in yet thin enough to be removed easily and not become a bother to self or others.
Another group took the cross and made it a thing of beauty. Sculpted
of silver or gold, the cross became an art piece that showed cultural significance and association. This went on for over a generation … people proudly wearing the cross on lapels and necklaces as a way to proclaim, “I’m in the club.”
It worked its way into church marketing as well.
Every spring we see it re-emerge … a pretty, spotless cross that is very attractive and chic.
Who would not want to be affiliated with such a beautiful symbol known throughout the world?
After all, wasn’t this the main cause behind first-century preaching?
“For the word of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written,
“I will destroy the wisdom of the wise,
And the cleverness of the clever I will set aside.”
Where is the wise man? Where is the scribe? Where is the debater of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not come to know God, God was well-pleased through the foolishness of the message preached to save those who believe. For indeed Jews ask for signs and Greeks search for wisdom; but we preach Christ crucified, to Jews a stumbling block and to Gentiles foolishness, but to those who are the called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men.”
Saul of Tarsus — First Letter to Church at Corinth Chapter 1, verses 18 – 25.
Sadly, if you look at modern American Christianity, it is powerless and anemic.
“Why?” you might ask.
The answer may startle you.
We either have the wrong cross (gleamy, glossy, sterilized and sedate) or we have no cross at all.
A. W. Tozer said it this way over 50 years ago:
“The cross of Christ is the most revolutionary thing ever to appear among men.
The cross of the Roman times knew no compromise; it never made concessions. It won all its arguments by killing its opponent and silencing him for good. It spared not Christ, but slew Him the same as the rest. He was alive when they hung Him on that cross and completely dead when they took him down six hours later. That was the cross the first time it appeared in Christian history.
After Christ was risen from the dead the apostles went out to preach His message, and what they preached was the cross. And wherever they went into the wide world they carried the cross, and the same revolutionary power went with them. The radical message of the cross transformed Saul of Tarsus and changed him from a persecutor of Christians to a tender believer and an apostle of the faith. Its power changed bad men into good ones. It shook off the long bondage of paganism and altered completely the whole moral and mental outlook of the Western world.
All this it did and continued to do as long as it was permitted to remain what it had been originally, a cross. Its power departed when it was changed from a thing of death to a thing of beauty. When men made of it a symbol, hung it around their necks as an ornament or made its outline before their faces as a magic sign to ward off evil, then it became at best a weak emblem, at worst a positive fetish. As such it is revered today by millions who know absolutely nothing about its power.
The cross effects its ends by destroying one established pattern, the victim’s, and creating another pattern, its own. Thus it always has its way. It wins by defeating its opponent and imposing its will upon him. It always dominates. It never compromises, never dickers nor confers, never surrenders a point for the sake of peace. It cares not for peace; it cares only to end its opposition as fast as possible.
With perfect knowledge of all this Christ said:
Luke 9:23 (NIV) “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.”
So the cross not only brings Christ’s life to an end, it ends also the first life, the old life, of every one of His true followers. It destroys the old pattern, the Adam pattern, in the believer’s life, and brings it to an end. Then the God who raised Christ from the dead raises the believer and a new life begins.
This, and nothing less, is true Christianity, though we cannot but recognize the sharp divergence of this conception from that held by the rank and file of evangelicals today. But we dare not qualify our position. The cross stands high above the opinions of men and to that cross all opinions must come at last for judgment. A shallow and worldly leadership would modify the cross to please the entertainment-mad saintlings who will have their fun even within the very sanctuary; but to do so is to court spiritual disaster and risk the anger of the Lamb turned Lion.
We must do something about the cross, and one of two things only we can do–flee it or die upon it. And if we should be so foolhardy as to flee we shall by that act put away the faith of our fathers and make of Christianity something other than it is. Then we shall have left only the empty language of salvation; the power will depart with our departure from the true cross.
If we are wise we will do what Jesus did: endure the cross and despise its shame for the joy that is set before us. To do this is to submit the whole pattern of our lives to be destroyed and built again in the power of an endless life. And we shall find that it is more than poetry, more than sweet hymnody and elevated feeling. The cross will cut into where it hurts worst, sparing neither us nor our carefully cultivated reputations. It will defeat us and bring our selfish lives to an end. Only then can we rise in fullness of life to establish a pattern of living wholly new and free and full of good works.
The changed attitude toward the cross that we see in modern orthodoxy proves not that God has changed, nor that Christ has eased up on His demand that we carry the cross; it means rather that current Christianity has moved away from the standards of the New Testament. So far have we moved indeed that it may take nothing short of a new reformation to restore the cross to its right place in the theology and life of the Church.”
You may wonder what brought all of this on … and you would be OK to ask me that question.
Yesterday, I had a very rough day and a LOT of spiritual warfare to deal with. It drained me down to the point that I did not want to even talk last night … I was that tired. No writing, no talking … just sitting.
I fell asleep in the den and remained there until Alli woke me up and I went to bed.
That is where I had the dream.
In the dream, I was in a church service. Don’t ask me where or what kind … I could not tell you. All I remember is the sanctuary was huge with staircases leading down into the main room.
I was by myself and standing towards the back by a wall. There by me was a rough cut wooden cross about eight feet tall with nails protruding out from the horizontal beam.
As the preaching began, for some reason, I reached out and grabbed those nails and hung on as I leaned into the cross and listened to the sermon. I stayed in that position for a while (who knows how to measure time in a dream, right?). As the service concluded, people passed by me almost like I was invisible.
Only one man stopped and asked if I was OK.
I told him that I had been going through some things lately and I was just resting and thinking.
I cannot describe anything to you about this man except that he was an older man and what he said …
“Then you are in the right place.”
When I woke up, I wish I could tell you that I was filled with vigor and energy ready to charge the day, but I’m not.
That’s not what the cross does. That’s not what the blood did.
This morning, I have a peace that I did not have last night. It is a comforting peace that tells me that I cannot foresee nor change the things that are about to take place in my life, but in the end, I will still be standing.
It is the one thing about the cross that can never be marketed … the peace that passes all understanding.
Yes, the peace of the cross is enough.