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The message of the cross

The cross--an instrument of execution that was so intense a word was invented just to describe the pain: excruciating. It was a humiliating, agonizing way to die, hanging there exposed to everything and everyone, your death long and drawn out and on display for the jeering crowd.

What a terrible way for an innocent man to die.

Add to that the taunting and torture Jesus experienced before His death--lashes so severe they often left the victim dead simply because the body can't recover from the combination of shock and blood loss. Slaps and curses and a crown of thorns from Roman soldiers. Struggling to carry a cross down the same streets where, just days before, people had shouted praises and thrown their cloaks down before Him as He entered the city. Looking out at faces full of hatred, at people demanding His life. And on the other faces, fear and confusion as they tried to reconcile this broken, bleeding man with the idea of the conqueror who would save God's people from the cruelty of a foreign ruler.

He hung on the cross hearing people yell out in anger and disappointment that if He was really so special, really a savior, why couldn't He just save Himself and get down off the cross? In the midst of all that, He looked out at the crowd demanding His final breath and used that breath to cry out for God to forgive them.

In I Corinthians Paul wrote that the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are lost, but to all those who choose to follow Christ it is the very power of God on display. To me, the message of the cross is the epitome of mercy and love.

John 1 talks about "Logos," which most of the time is translated as "the word." As is so often the case, though, the English translation falls short of the true meaning of the Greek. From what I've found, "Logos" is more along the lines of the reason or the plan behind everything: "the divine reason implicit in the cosmos, ordering it and giving it form and meaning" (from britiannica.com). As you read on in John 1, you see that "logos" is used in reference to Jesus (translated as the Voice in this version):

"Before time itself was measured, the Voice was speaking.
The Voice was and is God.
This celestial Word remained ever present with the Creator;
His speech shaped the entire cosmos.
Immersed in the practice of creating,
all things that exist were birthed in Him.
His breath filled all things with a living, breathing light--
a light that thrives in the depths of darkness,
blazes through murky bottoms.
It cannot and will not be quenched.
[...]
He entered our world, a world He made,
yet the world did not recognize Him.
Even though He came to His own people,
they refused to listen and receive Him.
[...]
The Voice took on flesh and became human
and chose to live alongside us.
We have seen Him, enveloped in undeniable splendor--
the one true Son of the Father--
evidenced in the perfect balance of grace and truth."
John 1:1-5,10&11, 14

In Hebrews, we're told:
"This is the One who--imprinted with God's image, shimmering with His glory--
sustains all that exists through the power of His word.
He was seated at the right of God once He Himself had made the offering
that purified us from all our sins."
Hebrews 1:3

And in Colossians, Paul wrote:
"It was by Him that everything was created:
the heavens, the earth, all things within and upon them,
all things seen and unseen, thrones and dominions,
spiritual powers and authorities.
Every detail was crafted through His design,
by His own hands, and for His purposes.
He has always been!
It is His hand that holds everything together."
Colossians 1:16&17

The ultimate power in the universe--the One who holds everything together, who provides the force that holds protons together in the nucleus--let Himself be beaten and humiliated.
"But He was hurt because of us; our wrongdoing wounded and crushed Him.
He endured the breaking that made us whole."
Isaiah 53:5

He allowed His hands to be nailed to a cross:
"Look here. I have made you a part of Me,
written you on the palms of My hands."
Isaiah 49:16

He held back His power while people mocked Him, telling Him that if He were truly powerful He could get down from the cross:
"In the same way, the Son of Man must be lifted;
then all those who believe in Him will experience everlasting life."
John 1:14-15

He hung there--despised, mocked, and rejected--so that He would know our fears and our pains, so He would be able to understand what it means to feel forsaken:
"My God, my God, why have You turned Your back on me?
Your eras are deaf to My groans.
O my God, I cry all day and You are silent;
my tears in the night bring no relief.
Still, You are holy;
You make Your home on the praises of Israel."
Psalm 22:1-3

Though the people were blinded, all of creation cried out when Logos drew His final breath. The sky turned dark in the middle of the day and the earth shook.

The cross seems like such a strange, foolish instrument to use for the salvation of souls. If we look deeper, though, we can see just what it meant for Jesus to allow Himself to die on it. He set His power aside as the ultimate act of love and mercy, His life laid down in exchange for ours, and His reason is summed up by what He told Pilate:
"For this I have been born, and for this I have come into the cosmos:
to demonstrate the power of truth.
Everyone who seeks truth hears My voice."
John 18:37b

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