Grant us so to glory in the cross of Christ, that
we may gladly suffer shame and loss for the sake of your Son our Savior Jesus
Christ;
I have a new cross ring. I got a ring because I
often forget to put on necklaces and I don’t like to sleep in them. I wanted a
cross I could wear all the time and not be inconvenienced by forgetting to put
it on in the morning. So I have a new ring.
For probably 20 years, I didn’t like crosses and
didn’t like wearing them. After years of working in the very secular Pacific
Northwest public sector, I was uncomfortable in a cross. Part of that was because
Christianity was such a foreign thing to be mocked, and part of my reluctance
was because I didn’t want to be seen as THAT kind of Christian. In any case, now
I have a cross ring. I have two, and I wear one every day. I like what it says, and I like that I’m proud
to be a Christian of any stripe.
But this week, heading towards Good Friday, I see
the cross in a new-but-really-old way. The cross was the instrument of humanity’s
worst. What happened to Jesus and thousands of others on a cross was horrific.
The collect appointed for the Tuesday of Holy Week talks about the cross, and because it’s Holy Week, the words seem clearer or harder. We pray today that God lets us glory in that tortuous device. We pray that we can suffer shame and loss.
Quite frankly, I don’t feel much like doing any
of that. I don’t even feel like wearing my cross ring. I feel that I’ve had suffering,
shame and loss. I’ve seen what humanity does to each other. And while I’ve
never seen anyone crucified on a cross, I’ve seen families torn apart because
of words on paper. People living on the streets with significant mental
illness. We should be caring for them, not mocking them. Children of God mocking,
bullying, and assaulting other children of God because of their faith, skin
color, sexual orientation.
The collect for the day continues that we pray to
suffer these things for the sake of Jesus Christ. Today, I’m thinking about the
cross ring I’ll put on. Today, I hope that every time I see it or any other
cross that I think it as a symbol of humanity’s worst, and feel the burden of
the hurt, and pain, and shame I’ve seen in afflicted victims, caused by oppressors,
and felt and caused by me. Today, I pray that when I see that cross, I feel its
weight, and get a glimmer of the hope that comes from Easter Sunday.
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