Today is the day of the Holy Week where we remember Christ on the cross. How can I be thankful for anything else except Jesus’ sacrifice for my sin? I cannot put into words all I understand and appreciate about it, but my heart is full of praise and thanksgiving to Him.
From the book, The Incomparable Christ, the author shares this thought about the arrest and trials of Jesus; “that they were so utterly illegal that had He but spoken one sentence of assertion of His rights…the crucifixion would never have occurred.” That struck me because I don’t know how many times I am thinking about my own rights, and demanding them! How glad I am Jesus gave up His rights and his very life, in order to pay for my sin.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
Oh, that old rugged cross so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above,
To bear it to dark Calvary.
In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see;
For ‘twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
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