Luke 9:23 [H]e said to them all: “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.”
In each of our lives we are faced with a choice of two crosses to carry. There is the Cross of Christ and then there is My Cross. They are distinctly different from each other, although I wish they were not. Jesus’ cross is much harder to carry than My Cross.
The Cross of Christ opened a door for all to come to the Father. It opened a door hope, freedom, and life. It is a symbol of love, grace, and forgiveness. It is a sign of humility.
My cross is often a symbol of wrath, certainty of judgment, and the dividing line between heaven and hell. It is often a symbol of pride.
The Cross of Christ beckons for all to come. My Cross is by invitation only. The Cross of Christ wishes that none should perish. My Cross wants some to perish. The Cross of Christ wants to “overcome evil with good” Romans 12:21b. My Cross wants to find peace through superior firepower. The Cross of Christ is for everyone. My Cross is for a select few of which I am thankfully one.
The Cross of Christ is for the poor in spirit, those who mourn, the meek, those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, the merciful, the pure in heart, and the peacemakers. It is for the lame, blind, deaf, mute, and diseased. It is for the last, the least, the less than, and loser. It is for the despised, the oppressed, and the poor.
The Cross of Christ is also for the healthy that don’t need a doctor. It is for the wealthy even though they don’t beg for bread. It is for the sighted who don’t need to be led. The Cross of Christ is those that can speak that don’t need someone to speak for them and for those that can walk and not need an escort. The cross is for them although they have a harder time seeing their need.
My Cross is much more exclusive. You come to My Cross with right beliefs and actions. My Cross is for me and people better than me. My Cross is about comfort and security. It certainly isn’t about sacrifice or suffering. My Cross keeps me in good relationship with other believers. It doesn’t rock the boat.
The Cross of Christ is about helping people get right with God. My Cross is about making sure people get what they’ve got coming to them.
My Cross is shallow, narrow, stingy, and exclusive. I hate My Cross, but carry it often.
The Cross of Christ takes the control out of my hands. My Cross keeps control in my hands. The Cross of Christ makes me subservient to God and God’s will for my life and those around me. It will open the door to sorrow and disappointment. My Cross keeps me in charge and comfortable.
Ultimately, the Cross of Christ leads to the way everlasting, joy unspeakable, and an indescribable peace. My Cross leads to death.