With sighs too deep for words, we come face to face with reality
Nothing stops the truth here. No fake news. No he said-she said.
No ignoring. No avoidance. At rock bottom, we finally come
Face to face with the truth.
Our condition is undeniable. The sin that keeps us sick is on display.
It’s finally time to stop running from the truth and instead
It’s time to stop saying “I’m fine” when what we really mean is
It’s time to stop turning away help because we’re also
Ushering away hope.
It’s time to admit that our secrets keep us sick.
Our words have long been used to cut deep.
We’ve used the Bible as a weapon.
We use the label of “Christian” to justify hatred.
We engage in us versus them all too easily.
Pride comes before the fall and we’ve done our fair
Share of stumbling so we best be careful.
We’ve clung to the law of the land tighter than
We’ve clung to the law of God.
We value being liked over being right.
We’d rather be in a crowd of lost sheep
Than be slaughtered with one lamb.
We still discriminate. We still speak prejudice. We still devalue.
And the reality is, we may not be ready for the cross.
It is here, on the holiest of grounds, that we meet reality
And our reality is ugly. It’s just easier not to look.
So, we’d rather ignore the cross. Let’s skip straight to Sunday.
Bring on the empty tomb and bunnies,
No suffering for me, thanks.
But we cannot save ourselves.
We cannot even help ourselves.
We’re too busy polishing our own pedestals to even notice
The Savior being lifted high on the cross.
We miss the Savior because we’re too busy
Worshipping false idols. We bow before money.
We invest too much time worrying about the perception
Others have of us.
We spend too much time trying to keep up with the Joneses
Rather than keeping up with Jesus.
There is blood in our streets but, it’s not ours so why care?
Fellow creations of God lack basic needs of
Water, food, clothing, and shelter, but
Broken people are part of a broken system and we
Refuse to fix a problem that isn’t ours.
And the reality of it all comes crashing down on this day.
Because on this day, something rare happens.
When we meet at the foot of the cross. When we come face to face
With our own sin and what the price of that sin looks like, we realize
We are all equal. God looks on us all the same.
The cross is the place where our best intentions and excuses go to die.
The cross is where we put to rest our ideas of
Perfection and false equality.
At the foot of what seems to be humble wood, we stop the worship of false idols
And start the realization that a king looks like this.
A man. Beaten. Bruised. Tortured. Because we are so loved.
Our transgressions on display.
The suffering servant hangs. He does not complain.
Our instinct is to do something. But, oh we’ve done plenty.
Now we just watch. On equal ground with those we despise.
Sharing breath with those who would harm us.
Waiting with those we love.
Weeping with those we’ve ignored.
Face to face with the truth we can no longer avoid.
This suffering servant is suffering for me.
Because of me. On behalf of me.
To save me. From me.
The truth is ugly. The cross sets us free.
Alas did my savior bleed. For me. For you. For the world.
For freedom. For truth. For love. For forgiveness.
Undeserved. Unexpected. Humbled.
As he takes his last breath we cry thank you.
We weep for what we’ve done. Lamented what we did not.
Bow in adoration. There on the cross hangs our Lord and king.
The suffering servant suffers no more.