Oh the wonderful cross,
Oh the wonderful cross,
Bids me come and die
And find that I may truly live.
Oh the wonderful cross,
Oh the wonderful cross,
All who gather here by grace draw near
And bless your name.
The believer’s cross is no longer any and every kind of suffering, sickness, or tension, the bearing of which is demanded. The believer’s cross must be, like his Lord’s, the price of his social nonconformity. It is not, like sickness or catastrophe, an inexplicable, unpredictable suffering; it is the end of a path freely chosen after counting the cost…it is the social reality of representing in an unwilling world the Order to come.
— John Howard Yoder from The Politics of Jesus
After nearly 20 years of following Jesus, an understanding has taken root. I’ve heard these words all of my life, but I’ve only recently begun to understand them. I wonder if I can embrace them.
Luke 9:23, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.“
For too long, I’ve viewed the cross primarily as an icon of atonement. I’ve only recently begun to understand that the cross isn’t reserved for Jesus. The cross is an invitation — an invitation to Kingdom life, to be sure, but a strange one at that. As we sometimes sing, the cross “bids me come and die and find that I may truly live.” Indeed, the cross is the end of a path freely chosen. It signifies my death — my continual, perpetual, daily death. The cross becomes my identifying mark as a disciple of Christ. And the cross continues to call me nearer to the heart of Jesus. This is no small thing. It is a challenging call. To wit…
The cross calls me to be more concerned with distributing and sharing and less concerned about accumulating and hoarding.
The cross calls me to pray for those who would persecute me.
The cross calls me to turn the other cheek in the face of violence.
The cross calls me to love my enemies rather than drop bombs on them.
The cross calls me to seek reconciliation rather than harbor animosity.
The cross calls me to abandon my prejudices and my judgmental attitude.
The cross calls me to value all people — men, women, children, Americans, illegal immigrants, Muslims, Jews, Republicans, Democrats, prostitutes, homosexuals, alcoholics, atheists, legalists, liberals, conservatives, Baptists, Buddhists, the poor, the pious, the homeless, the orphaned, the disenfranchised, the least of these — for each one bears the image of God.
The cross calls me to speak out against injustice and intolerance.
The cross calls me to roll up my sleeves and do something.
The cross calls me to identify with suffering since no servant is greater than his master.
The cross calls me to lay down my pride, my greed, my ambition and my anger and to put on humility, contentment, simplicity and joy.
The cross calls me to mediate peace.
The cross calls me to crave mercy.
The cross calls me to love in radical ways.
The cross calls me to bear witness to His goodness.
The cross calls me to seek His glory, His fame and His renown.
The cross calls me to be the in-breaking of the Kingdom.
The cross calls me to follow Jesus.
The cross calls me to die.
This is a difficult call. Too hard for most. It’s as if following Jesus has to be paramount, the only thing that truly matters.
Such is the call of the cross.








