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The cross and our response
Travelling
west from Lake Louise in Canada, one comes to a point where the highway
is spanned by a massive wooden arch. On it is written the words, “The
Great Divide”. It marks the boundary between Alberta and British
Columbia. The Great Divide in human history is not a wooden arch but a
wooden cross. Derek Tidball, Principal of the London School of Theology,
says: And it is no use looking elsewhere to bridge this particular divide between us and God. Skip Heitzig, in an article in Decision, rightly says: If we go to a psychiatrist or a therapist, we’ll become well-adjusted sinners. If we go to a doctor or health spa, we’ll become healthy sinners. If we achieve wealth, we’ll be wealthy sinners. If we join a church and decide to turn over a new leaf, we’ll become religious sinners. But let us go in earnest repentance and faith to the foot of Calvary’s cross, and we’ll be forgiven sinners, for we will find that the cross of Jesus Christ is the only bridge that can reach God. The choice is ours. It’s either separation from God or redemption by God. Obviously, if the New Testament is true, there is no more important issue that we face in this life. And if you are unsure of your relationship with God, then there are ways of making sure. There is a Jewish legend that on the night the Israelites were delivered from slavery in Egypt, the night when the firstborn of every family died unless the sacred blood had been placed on the doorposts, a young Israelite girl lay sick on her bed. As midnight approached she anxiously inquired, “Father, are you sure that the blood is there?” He replied that he had ordered it to be placed there. She was not satisfied until her father had carried her out to see for herself. They were distressed to find that the order had been neglected and there was no blood. Quickly they took steps to remedy the situation before midnight arrived. In Jesus’ parable of the ten virgins, when the cry rang out at midnight, “Here’s the bridegroom! Come out to meet him!” it was the virgins who were unprepared who were excluded from the banquet (Matthew 25:1-13).
When the call comes for you to meet Jesus, it will not do that you have
been trusting in your good behaviour or your religious observances, or
your correct beliefs, to get you into the kingdom of God. Neither will
the passing of time cancel out sin. C. S. Lewis, in The Problem of Pain,
said: Your trust in the Saviour, who shed his blood for you, is the only sure foundation on which to build a hope of acceptance. And we have to claim for ourselves the gift of forgiveness and reconciliation that he offers. Alister McGrath, lecturer on historical and systematic theology at Wycliffe Hall, Oxford, and author of many impressive books on the Christian faith, expressed this very clearly in an article in Decision magazine, when looking back on his own conversion to Christ: Looking back on my own life as a Christian, I can see that a turning point came when I realised that the cross of Christ couldn’t change me unless I allowed it to. I used to think that being a Christian meant believing that certain things were true; for example, believing that the cross of Christ really happened in history. I didn’t realise that the cross of Christ could affect me personally. I didn’t understand that this event in history could turn my own history inside out, and make it “his story”, that is, “God’s story”. Since then, I’ve noticed that many people seem to have the same difficulty. They think of the cross as something that happened long, long ago and far, far away. When I was in a situation like that, I found it valuable to close my eyes
and imagine that I was there, standing amid the crowd near Calvary and
watching Christ die. I imagined that I was asking myself: “Why did
this wonderful Man have to die?” Gradually the crowd faded away,
and I was the only one left. A voice said to me, “You are the reason
that Christ had to die.” Until that happens, the work of God on the cross remains unfinished in our lives. I love a story told by Robert Coleman in his book The Heartbeat of Evangelism concerning an eminent preacher of a past generation, Dr Charles Berry. In his younger days, Berry had struggled with the concept of the cross and its meaning. When he began his ministry, like many people with humanistic training, he had looked upon Jesus more as a great moral teacher than a divine Saviour. He viewed Christianity as essentially living a good life. Late one night during his first pastorate in England, while sitting in his study, he heard a knock. Opening the door, he saw a poorly dressed Lancashire girl. “Are you a minister?” she asked. Getting an affirmative answer, she continued anxiously: “You must come with me quickly. I want you to get my mother in.” Imagining that it was the case of some drunken woman out on the streets, Berry said, “Why? Go and get a policeman.” “No,” said the girl, “my mother is dying, and you must come with me to get her in—to heaven.” The young minister dressed and followed her through the deserted streets for more than a mile. Led into the woman’s room, he knelt down beside her and began describing the kindness of Jesus, explaining that he had come to show us how to live unselfishly. Suddenly the desperate woman cut Berry off. “Mister,” she cried, “that’s no use for the likes of me. I am a sinner. I have lived my life. Can’t you tell me of someone who can have mercy on me, and save my poor soul?" “I stood there,” said Dr Berry, “in the presence of
a dying woman, and I had nothing to tell her. In order to bring something
to that dying woman, I leaped back to my mother’s knee, to my cradle
faith, and told her of the cross, and the Christ who was able to save.”
Tears began running over the cheeks of the eager woman. “Now you
are getting at it,” she said. “Now you are helping me.”
And the famous preacher, concluding the story, said, “I want you
to know that I got her in, and, blessed be God, I got in myself.” Though none of us are good enough to make it without his forgiveness, you need never fear that you are so bad that he will not accept you. The only sin he cannot forgive is the failure to accept his offer. Paul, who violently persecuted Christians, even sentencing them to death, said, “I was once a blasphemer and a persecutor and a violent man” and called himself the “worst” of sinners. However, he continued, “But for that reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his immense patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life” (1 Timothy 1:12-16).
A great prison warden, Kenyon Scudder, often told the story of a modern-day miracle. A friend of his happened to be sitting in a railway coach next to a man who was obviously depressed. Finally the man revealed that he was a convict returning from a distant prison. His imprisonment had brought shame on his family, and they had neither visited him nor written often. He hoped, however, that this was only because they were too poor to travel, too uneducated to write. He hoped, despite the evidence, that they had forgiven him. To make matters easy for them, however, he had written to them to put up a signal for him when the train passed their little farm on the outskirts of the town. If the family had forgiven him they were to put up a white ribbon in the big apple tree near the line. If they didn’t want him back they were to do nothing, and he would stay on the train, go far away, probably becoming a hobo. As the train neared his home town his suspense became so great he couldn’t
bear to look out the window. His companion changed places with him and
said he would watch for the apple tree. In a minute, he put his hand on
the young convict’s arm. “There it is,” he whispered,
his eyes bright with sudden tears. “It’s all right. The whole
tree is white with ribbons.” In that instance all the bitterness
that had poisoned his life was dissipated. Another story that appeals to me is one told by the notable nineteenth century Bible teacher and evangelist, R. A. Torrey. It concerns a Mrs Bottome of New York who visited an old school friend she had not seen for 18 years. She asked the maid who met her at the door to take her card to the lady of the house. “She is not at home,” was the answer. “Oh, yes she is. I saw her at the window,” she replied, and she pushed past the maid into the room, where they fell into each other’s arms. “What has become of you all these years?” Mrs Bottome asked her friend. “Come into this room and I will show you,” was the reply. In a magnificently fitted out room, there sat a mentally handicapped boy of 17 years, scarcely able to talk, to all appearances a drivelling idiot. His mother said, “My duty lies there with my darling boy.” Mrs Bottome, in a moment of carelessness, asked, “How can you endure it? I do not wonder that you are prematurely grey.” “I knew you would not understand my love for my sweet boy,” said her indignant friend. “It is no burden, no care, to live for and serve my boy. And if some day he will only give one sign that he recognises me as his mother, I will feel repaid for all the years of love I have lavished on him.”
This is but a faint image of the love of God and I wonder how he feels
when those for whom he has done so much refuse to respond to that love.
Jesus said that there is much rejoicing in heaven if they do eventually
respond (Luke 15:3-10—see also vv. 23, 24).
Jennifer Ogilvie, in an article in Decision magazine, Jesus Turned My
Life Around[50], tells of her conversion to Christ. After graduating from
college she had got involved with drink and drugs and was soon going to
clubs, getting drunk Wednesdays to Saturdays. She says, “I was miserable.
I couldn’t get out of bed. I was drinking, getting stoned—and
thinking about suicide." She got a real estate licence and one day a client
she was taking to see a house shared with her how he had become a Christian
eight months earlier and that Jesus had saved him from a $350-a-day cocaine
habit. She thought, “Wow! He was deeper into drugs than I am, and
Jesus helped him!” She had never heard the gospel before but wanted
help so began asking God to reveal himself to her. She began listening
to a Christian radio station and heard that Billy Graham was going to
be in Fresno, California, to talk about Jesus. On the last night of the
Crusade, 14 October, 2001, she drove 100 miles with a friend, got there
late, but found seats at the top of the stadium. She says, “As Mr
Graham preached about how Jesus Christ died for my sins, I felt a tug
at my heart. This was the first time I had heard the full gospel—that
Jesus Christ came to earth, died for me, rose again and offers me salvation.
As soon as Mr Graham said, ‘Come down to the field,’ I got
out of my seat and went down. I prayed, ‘Lord Jesus, send Your Holy
Spirit. Come into my heart and change me. I don’t want to be me
anymore. Make me new.’ I felt so alive.” She began reading
her Bible daily, though it was some months before she found a solid church
and Christian friends who enabled her to break completely free of drugs
and alcohol. Today she works full-time at her church, “serving God
with all my heart.” [50] June 2004, ©. If this kind of vital relationship with God is something you are looking for, and have not yet found, then you don’t have to go to some Crusade to find it. However, you do have to sort it out personally with God. Maybe you could meditate on words from the famous hymn of Isaac Watts, “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross”, written in 1707. Charles Wesley reportedly said he would give up all his other hymns to have written this one. When I survey the wondrous cross God, I accept that when you created this universe and thought of me, you had a great purpose for me that stretches beyond the limitations of this mortal life. Though I don’t fully understand all that you may have planned for me in this life or the next, I accept that you love me and sent Jesus to die for me in order that I might be reconciled to you and become a member of your forever family. Thank you, Jesus, for your great love. Lord, I am coming home. I am sorry for my sins. I repent of them. I now accept your forgiveness and submit my life to Jesus as my Saviour and Lord. Come into my life and begin the process of moulding me into all you planned that I should be and directing me in the path you have chosen for me. Enable me to accept fully all that you have done for me and to be open to all that you want to do. Give me the courage and strength to live worthily of your love and to follow wherever you lead, so that I may grow in my relationship with you and make a difference in this needy world as your disciple. Amen. If this should be a new experience for you, then dig into your New Testament
to see what God has in store for you. Also, look around for other members
of God’s family who can be an encouragement to you, and for others
looking for meaning to life with whom you can share your experience. And
may God bless you on the journey.
Books I have found particularly useful in putting all this together The Cross of Christ by John Stott, Inter-Varsity Press, U.K. 1986, ©. Between Cross and Resurrection: A Theology of Holy Saturday by Alan E. Lewis, William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company, Cambridge, U.K./Grand Rapids, Michigan, 2001, ©. The Death of Christ by James Denney, The Tyndale Press, London 1951, ©. The Apostolic Preaching of the Cross by Leon Morris, The Tyndale Press, London, 1955, ©. The Seven Last Words from the Cross by Fleming Rutledge, William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company, Cambridge, U.K./Grand Rapids, Michigan, 2005, ©.
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Foreword Part 1: What the Bible says about the cross Images
of the cross from the Old Testament The
cross in the Gospels The
cross in Acts Benefits
of the cross The
cross in Hebrews Why
the cross is not popular
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