Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Way of the Cross~

We stand in the hallway at church; our words guarded, our conversation stiff.  Words spoken in the past have now formed a dam, causing the normal flow of communication to seek alternate routes.

As we sputter and stammer and search for the right words, we are interrupted by a five year old boy on the way to his classroom.

"Look, Ms. Stacy! I have something to show you!"

With one hand, he tugs on my pant leg. With the other, he tries balancing his open Bible, while flipping pages with his chin.

"WOW. Did you get a new Bible?" I ask.

"No. It's my same old Bible, but what I want to show you is new."

As he searches for the new treasure he longs to share, we attempt picking up our awkward conversation right where we left off.

It is obvious our hearts are on different sides of this issue. It is also obvious this is a chasm that will  not easily be crossed.

"Oh, look! Here it is, Ms. Stacy. Here's what I want to show you! LOOK!"

He points to a picture of Jesus, bent low, under the weight of the cross.

"Oh, honey. It's a picture of Jesus carrying the cross."

"Yeah. It's sad. Don't you think?"

My eyes meet the eyes of my first companion in the hallway, and we both nod in agreement.

"Yes, sweetheart. It is very sad. But, that's how much Jesus loves us. Jesus loves us so much He was willing to carry that heavy cross and He was willing to die on it."

"Yeah," he shakes his head up and down.  "And He died for all of us, didn't He?  For me, and you and you."  Now he's using his free hand to point at me and my companion.

"Well......want to hear the new part?" he asks excitedly.

"Yes, I'd love to hear it."

Again, eyes of two different viewpoints meet and we wonder together what this little heart has discovered.

"The new part is from when I looked at that picture. I prayed and told Jesus I would carry it for Him. It's new because this story is old, BUT, if it was a new story, this time, I would carry the cross for Him."

With that, he snaps the Bible shut, and heads down the hall to his class, skipping and smiling all the way.

Standing alone once again, all we can do is smile, lower our heads and walk, each to our own destination.



 All too familiar roadblocks in the body of Christ.

One person sees it this way. 
One person sees it that way.

 Neither can see past their own way to see The Way.

The same old story. Time and time, again.

crossing the wey
{Photo Credit}

what if?

What if this time we chose to make the story new?

What if this time,
one of us was willing to bend low?

What if this time,
one of us was willing to sacrifice,
to trade our want for the want of the other?

What if this time,
one of us was willing to walk the road of love?

What if this time,
one of us was willing

to carry the cross of the other,

to walk in a different pair of shoes,

to see this issue from a different point of view,

to give up our all that all might be gained?

I peek in the window of the classroom where this sweet little boy now sits at a table with his friends. As he points to the picture and excitedly shares his revelation, I lift my eyes to heaven and smile.

Thank you, Jesus. 
Thank you for loving us,
ALL of us, enough to carry the cross;
          the cross you would give your very life on.
Thank you for this precious little boy who has opened my eyes to see a new way,
         a  death to self, life-giving way. 
May, I too, be willing to carry my cross,
        to die to self,
       that your body, the church, might live.

As I head down the same old hallway, I carry a brand new truth in my heart:

The only way to cross a chasm is by way of the cross.~

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  1. Hmm...this speaks to me, as I've had some of those some stilted conversations as of late. May we ALL learn to carry the cross. Together. Thanks, Stacy.

  2. love, love this...beautiful truth.

  3. Oh, stacy -- what amazing words to share with us tonight. I was so happy to see you here this evening and your words cover my heart and make me think about this bending low, yielding, and carrying the cross.

  4. hi neighbor...oh become like a child...what would His Church ...His Bride look like if we could have this kind of heart...great post..blessings~


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