The Cross The Center of My Joy

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Sunday - 11AM Worship Service

by: Johnny Golden

04/02/2021

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When I survey the Wondrous Cross, the emblem of suffering and shame.

How I love that old, rugged cross, it serves as a constant reminder of Jesus’

Great Love and Compassion, Sacrifice and Suffering!

 When I think about that old, rugged cross, where the dearest and best,

for a world of lost sinners was slain; I am deeply hurt and humbled.  I cannot stand before the cross,

I must kneel in Its glorious presence, the guilt overwhelms me, it was for my sins that he died.

 Recently we had some home improvement work done in our house, installing new handrails in the staircases.  Before the job was completed, I had to go down the stairs in a bit of a hurry, I held on tight and glided, slid my hand down the wooden rail prior to it being sanded and shellacked.  

 Well needless to say, I got several wood splinters in my hand and of course I performed magnificently for the Academy Award for ‘best actress’!  The wood pieces landed in a tender and sensitive area of my hand, in the center close to the ball of my knuckles in a crisscrossed angle. It was deeply embedded to the point where could not get it out, not without some help that is.  I told my husband to just leave it in there it’ll work itself out.  I wasn’t able to close my hand nor use it fully mainly due to the crossing of the wood stopping the flow/movement; it had to come out.  Besides, I needed my hand to do my work…I believe I even quoted parts of Romans 8:18 “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time is not worthy to be compared to the glory which shall be revealed…”

 As he pricked and squeezed, I felt like I was dying and when it was all over, just a few drops of blood appeared…but the pain and agony of trying to get it out seemed almost unbearable.  

 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and Love flowed mingling down

My little fiasco was nothing compared to the Cross Christ had to bear for us.  It’s been said that Life happens at ‘intersections’!  As the very essence of life flowed down from the piercing crown upon his head, and the nails hammered in his hands and feet; as he hung on that rugged cross and bled and died for you and me, He showed the magnitude of His love as his life (water and blood) flowed from His very being down to the hearts and souls of mankind, giving us an eternal hope and life more abundantly.

It is at the Center of that Cross---where God’s love, righteousness and forgiveness met. There in the center, at the crossroad/the intersection, where humanity pulled on Jesus heartstrings and He demonstrated the pinnacle of His love for me!  

There is No Greater Love; He is unequivocally the Center of My joy!

 Deacon Tamera Randolph

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When I survey the Wondrous Cross, the emblem of suffering and shame.

How I love that old, rugged cross, it serves as a constant reminder of Jesus’

Great Love and Compassion, Sacrifice and Suffering!

 When I think about that old, rugged cross, where the dearest and best,

for a world of lost sinners was slain; I am deeply hurt and humbled.  I cannot stand before the cross,

I must kneel in Its glorious presence, the guilt overwhelms me, it was for my sins that he died.

 Recently we had some home improvement work done in our house, installing new handrails in the staircases.  Before the job was completed, I had to go down the stairs in a bit of a hurry, I held on tight and glided, slid my hand down the wooden rail prior to it being sanded and shellacked.  

 Well needless to say, I got several wood splinters in my hand and of course I performed magnificently for the Academy Award for ‘best actress’!  The wood pieces landed in a tender and sensitive area of my hand, in the center close to the ball of my knuckles in a crisscrossed angle. It was deeply embedded to the point where could not get it out, not without some help that is.  I told my husband to just leave it in there it’ll work itself out.  I wasn’t able to close my hand nor use it fully mainly due to the crossing of the wood stopping the flow/movement; it had to come out.  Besides, I needed my hand to do my work…I believe I even quoted parts of Romans 8:18 “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time is not worthy to be compared to the glory which shall be revealed…”

 As he pricked and squeezed, I felt like I was dying and when it was all over, just a few drops of blood appeared…but the pain and agony of trying to get it out seemed almost unbearable.  

 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and Love flowed mingling down

My little fiasco was nothing compared to the Cross Christ had to bear for us.  It’s been said that Life happens at ‘intersections’!  As the very essence of life flowed down from the piercing crown upon his head, and the nails hammered in his hands and feet; as he hung on that rugged cross and bled and died for you and me, He showed the magnitude of His love as his life (water and blood) flowed from His very being down to the hearts and souls of mankind, giving us an eternal hope and life more abundantly.

It is at the Center of that Cross---where God’s love, righteousness and forgiveness met. There in the center, at the crossroad/the intersection, where humanity pulled on Jesus heartstrings and He demonstrated the pinnacle of His love for me!  

There is No Greater Love; He is unequivocally the Center of My joy!

 Deacon Tamera Randolph

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2 Comments on this post:

Pastor Golden

Deacon Randolph, I enjoyed your writing. The comparison of your own injury to that that the Savior endured for our salvation was eye-opening and quite a good touch. I look forward to reading more of these blogs. At the end of the day our own personal emotions and experiences are the things we value most. Thank you

Amen and Amen!