Cross Visits

Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) describes the enormous challenge some face to focus on any given task.

To a degree, we all experience Attention Deficit Disorder.  Activity and the passing of time tend to distract us from the important.

I love the cartoon of the little boy crisscrossing the neighborhood, petting every dog, picking up this special stick and that neat rock, observing each bird and finding a unique bug, as he is on mom’s assignment of “quickly running” to the store and back for a loaf of bread.

What I don’t love about the story is it describes my cross visits. I will make the visit if I am not distracted or if I have time.

Child with learning difficultiesI don’t want ADD to hinder cross visits.

I think of the cross as the most important event of eternity affecting me.

Each Sunday the church I attend observes the Lord’s Supper. Often, someone spends time attempting to describe the horrible death of Jesus on the cross. Others, before Jesus and after Jesus, have died on crosses. He was not the only one in history to suffer a cruel death.

His torturous death did not make the cross significant.

It was the fact that God sent Jesus alone from the cross to Hell from the time of His final breath until His resurrection.

He spent two horrific days in Hell in my place.

KneelingAtTheCrossHe went where God was not. On His shoulders were the sins of billions—try to comprehend that statement. It is beyond my understanding. I can’t understand—I can only be enormously thankful.

Unlike a pilgrimage, cross visits are not an annual event or a one-time journey. I want to be a frequent visitor at the foot of the cross. I want to look up from the foot of the cross and see a suffering Savior and an agonizing God who acted to give me access to the restored garden.

The fact that I will not spend two days—nor an eternity in Hell—in the absence of God, should motivate constant cross visits.

I want to focus my attention on the cross. I want to visit it often. I don’t want to spend my life meandering through the neighborhood of the frivolous.

There is always room at the base of the cross. Will you go with me to visit?

Stay tuned. – Gary J. Sorrells

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