The Cross. The most recognizable symbol in all the world. A symbol of peace, of hope, of sanctuary. For some a symbol of great angst, ire, and even hatred. Wars have been fought and lives have been lost over the message this symbol represents.
For my entire life this symbol has meant something to me. Just as His call for me, His hope a tiny seed within, this symbol has always caused me to pause, and to reflect.
At one point in my life it was also for me a symbol of great angst; bitterness and sorrow. It was a reflection of all I was not, did not have. It was something out there, something for others. Like a child savoring the Popsicle in another’s hand, I passed by, longing.
Today the Truth is mine. That cross is mine. The man who died upon it died for me. Me. This orphan child always savoring and longing.
Today the Cross is my everything. My. Every. Living. Thing.
It is my Salvation. It is my Hope. It is my Promise. It is my Air, the beat of my heart. It is the One and Only good and true thing that I know. It is all that I have and all that I am and all that I ever will be.
It is my symbol of Life. His life which is my life which is everything.
It is Life Everlasting.
Author’s Note: I’m working on waking up, stepping up, and stepping out. On becoming more intentional. I’m joining up with a collective of other creatives living a more intentional Kingdom life.
The Stone Collective centers around 1 Samuel 7:12
Then Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen. He named it Ebenezer, saying, “Thus far the Lord has helped us.”
Oh how that Cross has helped me.
About the art: This piece had been in my mind for quite some time. I knew it would be a heavier piece with the addition of the crosses, so I needed something sturdier than stretched canvas. Happily I found an Anne Geddes print on press board at my local thrift store for a whole buck or two. (So sorry sweet bare-bummed baby.) I lightly sanded the print to remove the gloss then gave it a couple coats of gesso before applying plain white tissue paper for the texture I was after. The crosses I’d been collecting for some time, the larger of which was sent to me by a good friend many years ago. The two upper left crosses are made by modeling paste through a stencil. After affixing the crosses I began washing the piece in various warm tones of acrylic, then added the crackle technique to two of them. Actually, I overworked this piece to the point of being much too dark for my taste, but after taking my frustration out for a break, I returned to lighten it up and in the end, preferred the result. I love to add “touchable” 3D elements to my work. The old rusted square nails were another thrift store find (which was accompanied by a grin as wide as Texas) and suited this piece perfectly. I’m not sure I’m satisfied with the wire addition. That may get a reworking. As I work I’m always directed by a specific portion of scripture, or something the Lord is working on within me. For this piece all I could think on was “by His wounds we are healed”, which comes from Isaiah 53:5
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.
Isaiah’s words are quoted again in 1 Peter 2:24
“He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.”
My healing is a continuous process. But my Salvation is imminent. All because of the Cross. Thank you, sweet Jesus.