By: Gary L. Rodgers

 When I look at the cross, I begin to muse over this instrument of execution and a deep sense of admiration and respect seems to overwhelm my very soul. For when I look at the cross I begin to realize that this was indeed the sacrificial altar of God for His Son.

When I look at the cross, I immediately notice the stains of blood and holes left behind from the heavy iron spikes and am awakened to the fact that a sacrifice was brutally offered up. An innocent victim in which I share the guilt that I too aided in this awful execution because of my sin.

Yes we all had our part in the crucifixion of Christ! For even as they of old had laid their hands upon the head of the innocent animal that was about to be offered up by the priests in our stead; even so it became important for us to also lay our hands upon the head of the Lamb of God with a crown of thorns.

Yes, even Christ would labor under such a heavy burden by carrying man’s sin up Golgotha’s hill where He would pay our penalty and become our spiritual bread of life. It is true that our hands were upon the head of one so innocent without spot, that we should transfer sin from our wicked guilty soul to one so pure and clean so that we could have peace with God.[1] And yet of its most precious value, the world tried to purchase it with mere silver.[2]

When I look at the cross, I am reminded again of the intense pain and suffering of our Lord and Savior, who in those few hours suffered an eternal wage for our sin.[3] Oh the battle for the souls of men that took place upon the cross that day! But praise be to God that the King of Kings and Lord of Lords should be the victor!

When I look at the cross, I see a message to the world written in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin[4] telling the religious, the cultured, and the political bodies that Jesus was indeed the King and Messiah whom Israel sought and is now come to all men.

When I look at the cross, I am reminded of Christ’s love for us. It was that love that calmed my trembling heart and extinguished deaths fear[5] the moment I knelt at the cross and acknowledged Christ as my Lord and Savior

When I look at the cross, I see the world’s only hope of forgiveness, granted to those of a repentant heart.

When I look at the cross, I see Christ interceding[6] for me before Heaven’s Court with open arms and beckoning “whosoever will may come,” never to be found guilty again.

When I look at the cross, I am reminded of the beauty of the dogwood flower[7] bearing out its message to all the world, that a King was crucified upon a cruel cross as it whispers its message to all upon spring’s gentle breeze while echoing out the hissing sound of the cross through eternity’s hallways.

When I look at the cross, I see multitudes that have passed by its shadow without so much as daring to look upon it, ever to be separated from God’s love with so few stopping to kneel in prayer seeking God’s forgiveness for their unworthy souls,[8] neither accepting, nor thanking Him for His cleansing power.[9]

When I look at the cross, I see that it is barren, praising God that there also lies an empty tomb, for “He is not here: for He is risen”.[10]

When I look at the cross, I see the beginning of eternal life.[11]


[1]Leviticus 3:7-8

[2] Matthew 26:14-16

[3] Romans 6:23

[4] Luke 23:38

[5] Hebrews 2:14-15

[6] 1 John 2:1-2

[7] Legend of the Dogwood

[8] Luke 18:9-14

[9] Luke 17:12-19

[10] Matthew 28:6

[11] John 3:16