I went to the cross today, on a little hill on the outskirts of town, with some of my closest friends. It was peaceful at the foot of the cross. Quiet, reflective silence greeted us. I heard the wind playing in the pines before it reached my face. Yet, I hardly noticed as I felt the caress of the Son.
The cross is so much more than a religious symbol or an icon of piety. It’s precious to me because it’s where my savior gave his life for my sins. Isn’t that amazing? Jesus gave His life for me! And He did it for you too!
Thank you, Jesus, for your sacrifice.
Thank you for your grace and mercy.