Look at the Cross

A few Sundays ago I was sitting in morning worship pondering over the passage that the pastor was sharing with the congregation. In a pause in my thoughts, I looked up and although I had seen it every Sunday for the last three to four years, I was struck by the cross on the wall of the church. I got a little sidetracked from my sermon 'ponderings' and before could think about it anymore, I picked up my pencil and wrote, without hesitation, the following song. It is only brief but the words really speak to how lost we can sometimes feel when we are trying to 'preach Jesus'. Wonderfully, we serve a risen Savior, but when we look at the cross of our Lord, we should be pointing others in this direction. Just look, that cross . . . that empty cross is a story of who I was, am and hope to be. It is a sign of victory and hope in a world that has so little of either. Let us stop looking at one another. Let us stop looking at the next church. Let us stop looking at things that will satisfy our penchant for extracting the doom and gloom out of today's headlines. Let us embrace each other with the love of God. Let us pray for our brothers and sisters who are trying to make it one step at a time. Let us make a new headline. Let us look at the cross of Jesus and see sacrifice, servanthood, humility, and mostly, let us see love. Then, let us take that love that we discover there at the stump of a tree and share it with those around us. Here is a look at what I saw when I looked at the cross just a couple of mornings ago.

Look At the Cross

Verse 1:

He came to the earth

One cold Christmas morn

Oh how the Father’s heart

Must have been torn

But joy was restored

When my sin was lost

There is victory

When we look at the cross

Chorus:

Look at the cross

It’s empty and bare

Look at the cross

My Savior was there.

He bore my sin

Now new robes I wear

All I can say

Is look at the cross.

Verse 2:

He touched the blind

And then they could see

He healed the broken ones

And He set them free

He knew of me

And He paid the cost

Now I look at Him

When I look at the cross.