Not a Wound and Not a Weight

I don't know about others, but I have a confession to make. When I say it, let it sink in: I used to walk away from hearing (or remembering) the story of the Cross with a distinct feeling of heaviness, not a distinct feeling of overwhelming love. I would feel shackled to a mysterious burden, a darkness, and it never occurred to me to question it.

Now, I don't want to say that the actual events of the Day of the Cross should be a pleasant "memory" for us, but the Cross should very definitely unlock us from our weights and our shame. The Cross should be our freedom. And true freedom is meant to be felt, like when a cool wind lifts from us a veil of oppressive humidity. True freedom is deep and fresh and is known by those who have it by it's stark contrast to anything that is not freedom.

Posted on Tuesday, January 06, 2009 by David Gregg | 2 comments | Links to this post
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