THE CROSS IS FOR ME


This cross is in a field very near my road to the house - easily seen by visitors.   A visitor once asked me who is the cross for.  It must have looked like sort of a makeshift graveyard.  I said the cross is for me.  Now there are several crosses on my place here just as visible.  And, all the crosses are for me. 

Selfish behavior? Just a moment. The crosses are not some sort of ornaments celebrating my faith in Jesus, or my allegiance to the Gospel.  Those crosses are not to be as billboards to advertise what a great Christian I am.  

No, the crosses are for me, because I am just a man, weak and fragile on my own.  I easily forget about Jesus and succumb to the world's temptations, of self-seeking, consumptive behavior.  I too often yield to the pride that could so easily destroy my witness.  I need Jesus.  I need the cross to get me through this gauntlet called life until He takes me home.  

When I see my cross it reminds me who and what I am and who the real I AM is.  It reminds me of my calling as a Christian to take up my own cross and follow Him. The crosses put me back on that road so I don't end up stuck in the ditch of a meaningless and wasted life, that could have been lived for the Lord. Yes, the cross is for me. They are my road signs of the way home.

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