It would have been unbearable for the Early Christians to
adorn their homes, houses of worship or their pecs with the image of a cross.
Public executions, including crucifixions, were all too common and grotesque to
be used as decoration. A simple image of a fish on a door or lintel was all
that was necessary to indicate to a traveling follower of the Way that this
place was a place where Christians were welcomed.
Yet for us today the cross has become a symbol of hope.
We feel comforted by the image of a cross. It has been transformed from a tool
of torture and the power of the state, to a symbol of the transforming power of
God’s love.
One of the over 700 hymns that Isaac Watts wrote was,
“When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.” It was published in 1707 and remains
popular today. Watts writes in the hymn of what happened there, upon that cross,
“where the young Prince of Glory died.” He writes of the great irony of the
cross, where “such love and sorrow meet.” And that this powerful tool of death
has been transformed into an even more powerful symbol of love, “love so
amazing, so divine.”
As Jesus was denied food, water, shelter, and friends for
forty days in the wilderness we will often use the season of Lent to deny
ourselves some of the pleasures of life. For example, in Church, we will deny
ourselves the singing of “alleluias.” And we veil the cross the sits at the
front of St. Paul’s Church, above the altar for the same reason, denying
ourselves (temporarily) the joy of surveying “the wondrous cross.”
On Easter morning, we will gather for worship with the cross
unveiled and singing as many “alleluias” as humanly possible, because what
Jesus Christ did for us on the cross, “demands my soul, my life, my all.”
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