Much has been said about the gift of the cross itself, but what of the other gifts? What of the nails, the crown of thorns? The garment taken by the soldiers? The garments given for the burial? Have you taken time to open these gifts? He didn’t have to give them, you know. The only act, the only required act of salvation was the shedding of the blood, yet he did much more. So much more. Search the scene of the cross, and what do you find? A wine-soaked sponge, a sign, two crosses besides Christ. Divine gifts intended to stir that moment, that split second when your face will brighten, your eyes widen, and God will hear you whisper, “You did this for me?”
The diadem of pain
which sliced your gentle face,
three spikes piercing flesh and wood
to hold you in your place.
The need for blood I understood
Your sacrifice embrace.
But the bitter sponge, the cutting spear,
the spit upon your face?
Did it have to be a cross?
Did not a kinder death exist
thank six hours hanging between life and death,
all spurred by a betrayer’s kiss?
“Oh, Father,” you pose,
heart-stilled at what could be,
“I’m sorry to ask, but I long to know,
did you do this for me?”
Dare we pray such a prayer? Dare we think such thoughts? Could it be that the hill of the cross is rich with God’s gifts? Let’s examine them, shall we? Let’s unwrap these gifts of grace as if, or perhaps, indeed for the first time. As you touch them, as you feel the timber of the cross and trace the braid of the crown and finger the point of the spike, pause and listen. Perchance you will hear him whisper:
” I did it just for you”
These words are written by Max Lucado author and preacher, his book is called “He chose the nails” and a book that is worthy you reading, because you come to understand why Jesus did chose the nails for you and me.
Grace and Peace to You My Friends