With my toddler son’s room dark and the rocker scooted near the window, we watched the moon rise. Its light held compelling mystique. Day or night, he enjoyed searching the sky to find it. In winter when the sky was clear and the moon was full and far away, its beams radiated through the glass in the shape of a cross.
“The moon’s on a cross, Momma! Look, the moon’s on a cross.”
“Mmmm, yes, it looks like it. The window pane makes the moonlight look like a cross.”
“The moon die, Momma, the moon die!”
“Jesus made the moon, didn’t He? And Jesus died on the cross.”
Beyond that feeble answer, I tried to share, with Holy Spirit nudging, the glorious light that shines from that cross. He needed to understand the truth that God loved Him, and every human being, more than life itself.
The cross proved it.
It proved “. . . that God was in Christ, reconciling the world to himself . . .not counting their trespasses against them . . . .” (2 Corinthians 5:19)
It proved “. . . that the power of God takes the form of death and that real well-being and victory only appear via death.” (Walter Brueggermann)
It proved that the upside down mindset of the Kingdom of this World turns right side up when the Kingdom of Heaven appears.
For what other type of king or president or general would willingly submit to his enemy’s torture? What other type of king would forgive those in the act of murdering him? What other type of king, while dying, would show grace to a thief and promise entrance into his kingdom?
What a King is Jesus! What a Kingdom is God’s!
Such light, such marvelous light.
A dying, moon beam cross holds no comparison.
Has the light of the cross shone in your life? Specifically, how has it shone? Tell me a story of Jesus!
“The people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.” — Matthew 4:16 (NIV)
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