Lead Me to the Cross
A song I sing so often, but rarely contemplate the deep meaning behind it.
Imagine that you and I were beaten to the depths of our core, our bodies bloodied with open wounds, mocked and ridiculed, forced to carry a wooden cross heavier than our own weight up a place known as “Skull Hill.”
We have been marked for death, to be crucified, nails hammered into our bones and flesh, hanging and bleeding for days.
That was a fate.
Before the Cross, a blameless man comes and tells the guard that He will hang instead of us. That in our stead, He will be crucified, so we can be set free.
And he died. Nailed piece hands and feet.
He died, and was buried in a tomb.
The real story is much more gruesome, and it started long before the Cross.
It is important to remember that all of us were marked for death. At some point or another, we will die and perish. Some are led to the cross early and some live longer, but every one of us will walk towards death.
However, the beautiful thing about this story is that Jesus defeated death. For those who believe, death is but a passing chapter and we will eventually be lifted into paradise, into the arms our Savior.
Apostles Paul says, “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39)
How blessed are we that our God loves us.