A Heart Stirred

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How does one rise on Easter morning with words to express accurately the significance of this day? I confess such an inadequacy. My heart was stirred last evening while attending “The Living Gallery” at Bob Jones University. The painting of Christ being taken down from the cross renewed within me a sense of the pain and loss my Savior endured. Watching that painting brought to life caused me to see my sin in a new light, for it was my sin that made his sacrifice a requirement of a Holy God.

This is not the first time I have experienced such a vivid recreation, and I pray we who know the salvation found only in Christ will never, ever forget the magnitude of his death. I know that shortly I will hear a penetrating message on the significance of the cross, but the significance of the cross should stir my heart every day. Since the fall of man, nothing but the cross has altered the course of humanity so dramatically, and nothing stirs such passion within the souls of men than the cross. As much as the cross divides, it unites. It is not a piece of wood in the shape of a cross that is significant. It is what happend on that cross that is a Christian’s reality.

I have written before how important music is in my worship. There is a relatively new song by Keith Getty and Stewart Townsend that stirs my heart each time we sing it, and the words resound for days afterwards. We sang it Friday night in a special Good Friday service at church, and I want to share the words to “The Power of the Cross” with you.

Oh, to see the dawn
Of the darkest day:
Christ on the road to Calvary.
Tried by sinful men,
Torn and beaten, then
Nailed to a cross of wood.

This, the pow’r of the cross:
Christ became sin for us;
Took the blame, bore the wrath—
We stand forgiven at the cross.

Oh, to see the pain
Written on Your face,
Bearing the awesome weight of sin.
Ev’ry bitter thought,
Ev’ry evil deed
Crowning Your bloodstained brow.

Now the daylight flees;
Now the ground beneath
Quakes as its Maker bows His head.
Curtain torn in two,
Dead are raised to life;
“Finished!” the vict’ry cry.

Oh, to see my name
Written in the wounds,
For through Your suffering I am free.
Death is crushed to death;
Life is mine to live,
Won through Your selfless love.

This, the pow’r of the cross:
Son of God—slain for us.
What a love! What a cost!
We stand forgiven at the cross.

There is also a refrain from a hymn by Jennie Hussey, that has been stirring my heart this morning:

Lest I forget Gethsemane,
Lest I forget Thine agony;
Lest I forget Thy love for me,
Lead me to Calvary.

The tomb is empty! Christ is risen! Hallelujah! The Lord be praised!

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