Echoes of the Sacred Cross #86

Echoes of the Sacred Cross In the heart of Christian lore, stands the cross, profound and core, A symbol not of mere wood, but of a truth deeply understood. As the sun can't shine without its light, nor day be known without the night, So Jesus, without His cross's tale, would be a ship with no wind to sail. So too, the faithful, in their quest, must embrace the cross to be truly blest. For a church, devoid of this weighty sign, is like a vineyard without the vine. It's here, at this juncture of wood and nail, where earthly woes and heaven hail, A place, a time, where transformation's seen, in the echo of a sacrifice serene. In the shadow of this ancient tree, lies the path of rebirth, harsh yet free. Emulating the sacrifice divine, where spiritual death and life entwine. Through this act, so bold and grave, lies the road to be saved, For in the grace of God, so wide and deep, lies the promise He did keep. Thus, the cross, in its silent might, stands as a beacon in the night. A testament to love's great cost, and to the truth that no one's lost. -Written by Steven G. Lee (January 19, 2024)