When walking to Starbucks this morning for my usual coffee, I was awestruck by the majesty of the mountains that surround me in my current locale. A simple image - rocks, sky, and trees, but combined they were astonishing. I pondered: is there any image that is more powerful than that of a mighty mountain range?
An answer hit me almost immediately: yes. It's the cross.
Think of what the cross symbolizes - immense suffering, but suffering that was done under the auspices of boundless love. Horrible, prolonged death, but at the same time life, and everlasting life at that. Dark loss and defeat, but also ultimate and eternal victory.
One can't look at a cross and not consider the One who hung upon it, and everything that act means to us.
A small, simple symbol, but with a depth of meaning that is nearly impossible for us to truly comprehend.
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