Today I have nothing but this. Strangely enough, if I am to be honest it’s all I ever truly have.
What Rome intended to use for oppression and fear, God used – if only for one occasion – for hope and promise fulfilled.
What would be viewed through history as evidence against the message of Jesus, has become the calling card of the entire movement.
What pointed to failure to overcome, has become the only source I have to do so.
It isn’t the cross itself which accomplishes this, but the Son of Man who centuries ago hung from it to pay a debt I could not. At the cross, I am reminded of my most pressing need: forgiveness.
Go in peace.