"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. In your struggle against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood."
--Hebrews 12:1-4 (NIV, 1984)

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Breathing Again: Remembering our Larger Theme | "Lead Me to the Cross" - by Amber Ross

Your cross is more than the Mexican sunflower
It is more than the Icelandic poppy
It is more than the French lavender
It extends past the parts of this world I choose to admire to keep my soul at ease
Your cross is more than beautiful

It lends itself to me
It covers me
It changes me
It fulfills me and claims my salvation
Your cross has set me free

It pushes past the admiration I would deem appropriate
On a single Sunday morning as the sun rises
It surpasses my life—it encompasses my life.
It takes the blood of you and cleanses the blood in me
Your cross fills the divide that is unfillable

It was 6:30 p.m. when I saw your cross on a Wednesday night
I saw your cross on the 73 North
As my car went over itself to go under itself to go around itself
You claimed my life with your cross

And as I look to your cross, it calls out to me, "Trust me"
Your arms for me are open wide
And I can't help but notice that your cross means more than a sunrise on a Sunday morning
It was more than the three days it stood in the Middle Eastern sky
Your cross touches every sunrise before then
And it claims every sunset after that
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