What if…there was no cross?

The sun beated down on us like a relentless torturer. I took a big swig of water hoping my internal temperature would get the hint and start cooling. It didn’t.

My sister and I tried to keep up with the rest of our tour, but it was hard. The narrow streets of Old Jerusalem were bustling with tourists, merchants, and religious leaders from all faiths.  No one wanted to waste the clear day.

I stood on my tippy-toes and peered right, then left. “Sue, where are they? Can you see the rest of the group?”  My heart raced and I knew panic would set in soon if we didn’t find them.

We were on our way to the 14 Stations of the Cross and wanted to hear every word from our guide. We pushed ourselves through the mass of people.

Sue pointed. “There they are.”

We rushed to join them just as our guide spoke about the first station—where Jesus was condemned to death. I could almost hear the crowd shouting, “Crucify Him! Give us Barabbas!” I hung my head in shame. How could we do that to Him?

We moved to the second station—where Jesus took up His cross.

“Sue, can you imagine how heavy it must have been?”

We both shook our heads.

Something caught my eye at the fourth station where Jesus met His mother. A red streak dripped from the cross down to Mary’s hands.

I pointed to it. “What is that?”

“Graffiti,” our guide said.

I stood with hands on my hips. “It looks like blood.”

We visited each Station of the Cross along the Via Dolorosa. I pictured Jesus every step of the way. Why did He take our sins to the cross?

Sue and I had an amazing experience walking the Via Dolorosa. Yes, it was scorching that day, but did we care? Nope. Yes, it was crowded, but we felt like we were there 2,000 years ago. I imagine it was busy back then too.

We walked where Jesus walked. Wow.

I pictured Him struggling as He carried His cross. The very weapon that would kill Him would save the world. Interesting. I’m sure His sweat was mixed with blood and dripped relentlessly from His body. His burden slipped, and He fell more than once, but got back up again. Each time. He knew the load He carried, and what would happen in a very short time.

He carried each of our sins—yours and mine—as He walked to Calvary. Then, He nailed them to the cross using His body.

So, what if there was no cross? I shudder to think of the possibility. When I do, I picture a world blanketed in darkness. Evil lurching in every corner. Satan running more rampant than he does today. No hope of survival.

Aren’t you glad Jesus won the victory on the cross? Evil’s veil was torn over 2000 years ago.

The cross—a symbol of God’s love. Of freedom.

Embrace it.

Happy Easter!

At the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!

Isaac Watts (Public Domain)


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  12 comments for “What if…there was no cross?

  1. April 2, 2012 at 7:33 am

    I love your blogs on the Holy Land, Darlene! Especially during this season.

    • April 2, 2012 at 7:48 am

      Thanks Diane! It was an AMAZING experience. My sister and I were blessed to be able to go in our mother’s place. Mom had a trip booked, but because of the unrest they cancelled the tour. Then, shortly after that she was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. So, when the tour was re-scheduled Sue and I went instead.

      I would love to go back some day. Such a gift.
      Darlene

  2. Loretta Eidson
    April 2, 2012 at 8:26 am

    Awesome blog. Thank you for sharing. I’ve never been to the Holy Land, but I hope to go someday. May we all grasp the reality of what Jesus did for us. Without him there would be utter darkness and a life without hope. You are amazing, Darlene.

    • April 2, 2012 at 8:03 pm

      Thanks Loretta! It definitely is worth it to go there. I highly recommend it.
      Darlene

  3. mona
    April 2, 2012 at 1:53 pm

    Darlene I am so glad Dorthy introduced me to your sight. I am enjoying your postings. I didn’t know your mother did not get to go on that trip.Keep in touch your father and I were like brother and sister we lived together all our growing up years. Mona

    • April 2, 2012 at 8:04 pm

      Hi Mona! Thanks for stopping by! I’m glad you and Dad had such a special relationship. I miss them so much!
      Take care,
      Darlene

  4. April 2, 2012 at 8:14 pm

    Beautiful post, Darlene. Thanks for sharing it. Btw, I love your hair color! The heroine in my current wip has hair that color! 🙂

    • April 3, 2012 at 7:07 am

      Thanks Darcy for visiting my site! I appreciate it. Tks re hair…I hated it as a child, but love it now! HA! Yes, my heroine in Amber Dreams is a redhead too. 🙂
      Darlene

  5. Barbara Ayton
    April 3, 2012 at 1:20 pm

    Great post Darlene! Very real thinking about Jesus getting back up every time knowing what He was facing. Amazing!

    Your site looks very professional, too.
    Barbara

  6. April 3, 2012 at 6:27 pm

    Thanks Barbara!

  7. susan steeves
    April 5, 2012 at 6:40 am

    Hey Sissy.POWERFUL!!! It is SUCH a gift to share this memory with you.
    So great to see the response this week especially with your new blog look.I love it.Sue

    • April 5, 2012 at 7:40 am

      Thanks Sis! It was an amazing experience, wasn’t it? One I will treasure forever. Love you! xo Dar

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