Sunday, April 4, 2010
old rugged cross
I have lots of crosses - metal, ceramic, painted, crystal. I love them all. My favorite is this one. Made of driftwood from South Carolina by my dear friend and sister in the Lord, it reminds me of the ruggedness of the cross on which Christ was crucified. And without getting too carried away on symbolism, without Christ I am drifting. He found me, just as Anne found this wood. The beauty of this Easter is that the cross is empty, just as the tomb is empty, because He is Risen. He is Risen Indeed!