I took the picture above while on a hike with my girls a few weeks ago. This cross is located at the very top of a nearby hill and not that long ago it was a great point of controversy in our city. You see, the land it sits on was once privately owned, but was later donated to the city and it became public property. A group of atheists who didn’t even live in the county heard about the cross and demanded it be taken down. After several city council hearings and Christian groups coming together enough money was raised to buy the .43 acres of land where the cross sits. The cross is offensive.
Oh that rugged cross
Where your love poured out over me
Now my soul cries out
Praise and honor unto Thee
After the land was purchased, the atheist group moved on. They no longer cared to have it removed, since the cross was no longer on public property it would not “send a message that the city favors the Christian religion”. Can you think of a city, anywhere in the world that ‘favors the Christian religion’? I can’t. The cross is offensive.
Sent of heaven God’s own Son
To purchase and redeem
And reconcile the very ones
Who nailed Him to that tree
I nailed Him to that tree, and now my debt is paid in full.
Who believes what we’ve heard and seen?
Who would have thought God’s saving power would look like this?
The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him,
nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
on him, on him.
He was beaten, he was tortured,
but he didn’t say a word.
Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered
and like a sheep being sheared,
he took it all in silence.
Justice miscarried, and he was led off—
and did anyone really know what was happening?
He died without a thought for his own welfare,
beaten bloody for the sins of my people.
They buried him with the wicked,
threw him in a grave with a rich man,
Even though he’d never hurt a soul
or said one word that wasn’t true.
Still, it’s what God had in mind all along,
to crush him with pain.
The plan was that he give himself as an offering for sin
so that he’d see life come from it—life, life, and more life.
And God’s plan will deeply prosper through him.
Out of that terrible travail of soul,
he’ll see that it’s worth it and be glad he did it.
Through what he experienced, my righteous one, my servant,
will make many “righteous ones,”
as he himself carries the burden of their sins.
Therefore I’ll reward him extravagantly—
the best of everything, the highest honors—
Because he looked death in the face and didn’t flinch,
because he embraced the company of the lowest.
He took on his own shoulders the sin of the many,
he took up the cause of all the black sheep.
Isaiah 53 (MSG)
The cross is offensive to the unsaved.
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