God made the tree on which His Son hung. It was on that tree, which was formed into a rugged cross, that Jesus died for you and me. It’s overwhelming to think that God in His wonderful plan of salvation knew the exact moment when that tiny seed was placed into the ground. He watched the sapling grow tall and stately, all the time knowing that it would be the place on earth for His Son to die. No doubt that beautiful tree had been tested by storms and fierce winds, but it majestically withstood until it could complete God’s plan for it.
Today we hang symbolic crosses on our walls and wear them for pins and necklaces. But two thousand years ago, the cross was not a symbol of faith, but one of lawlessness and utter shame. There Jesus hung in pain, exhausted, hungry, and thirsty while the crowds mocked.
I’m so thankful He made this final sacrifice so that all can have eternal life. While that sacrifice is cherished, my focus is not Jesus on the cross. The old wooden tree was only the climax of the Easter story. My focus is on the empty cross! I can rejoice that He rose again and ascended into Heaven. More than that, He has given me and you the gift of salvation. We are the Resurrection people, so let His seed of love grow and be nourished in our hearts.
We are the Resurrection people, so let His seed of love grow and be nourished in our hearts.
Guest Post by my sister, Nancy Woodland Reoh (1937-1999), who wrote this many years ago for a magazine article.
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