The Cross

It’s not about the “Easter” play.  It’s not about the outfits.  It’s not about the Easter egg hunt.  It’s not about the family meal.  We look forward to celebrating Resurrection Day because of the cross.  It’s an old rugged cross, stained with blood and marked with splintered wood.  We would rather discuss the festivities of “Easter” than to remember the whippings, piercings, the nailed scarred hands and feet.  Even the term “Easter” sounds festive.  It does not bring to mind the repulsive sin in the hearts of men that made Resurrection Day necessary.  The death we deserved was passed to Him who had no sin.  In the coming weeks leading up to the high day in Christendom, reflect on the pain and suffering endured on your behalf.  Focus on the grotesque cross which played an integral role in the healing of our diseased hearts.  As you prepare for worship, appreciate the play and poems, compliment the Easter frocks and enjoy the sumptuous feast set before you.  Just keep in mind; it’s really all about the cross.
Isaiah 53:5-11
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us


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