‘Then Jesus said to the crowd, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up your cross daily, and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will save it. What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit their very self?’
The cross is a symbol of torture to me. It is not pretty and it does not look like hope. It is a reminder of our fall and the weight of our sins. When He says take up your cross, I understand it as meaning our guilt, or transgressions. I imagine that the cross became a Christian symbol back when people still believed in the concept of Satan and it reminded them of what Jesus did for their salvation. Now that the devil has pulled the “greatest trick” in convincing the world he does not exist. The cross has become a parody of itself. And has become meaningless to me and, I would think, to all real believers.
I do not need to be reminded of the pain Jesus went through. Now the pain is out in the open, surrounding all of us like a hazy, blinding fog.
I know I bring him up a lot, but I really feel a kindred spiritedness with Bill…
If I was looking for a symbol to wear to show my belief, it would be a pink rose in full bloom with its stem- thorns and all. The thorns representing the pains of this life and the blossom being heaven. Simple. Pretty. True. This would be the lapel pin I would wear when meeting world leaders or performing on network television.
Maybe crisscrossed with a Texas flag to represent my earthly roots.
Yes, I will take up my cross, hold onto my soul and do what it takes to get to heaven. Because it’s heaven, ya know?