I was saved 2000 years ago on a hill outside Jerusalem

Sadly, this blog has lain dormant for a few weeks while I’ve been taking midterms and considering the things of God on my xanga blog. (Mostly, I just wanted to bump that silly post on drinking down the page.)

I’ve just picked up John Stott’s work The Cross of Christ, again, as well as a book by Dr. G.E. Veith entitled The Spirituality of the Cross. Those along with the Bible of course are what I have been reading in addition to my studies.

Thought for the day: The Cross is central to Christian faith.

What do I mean by “the cross?” It is not the repulsive Roman torture device, or even the physical suffering that Jesus Christ experienced when they killed him with it.  Rather, it is the central truth of Christianity, that Jesus Christ died for sinners.  If it weren’t for people like us, he wouldn’t have had to die.  And if you’ve seen that movie “The Passion of the Christ,” it doesn’t really tell us what happened there.  Sure, an innocent man died a slow, excruciating death.  But that’s nothing unique in the world, is it?  Tyranny, cruelty, and murder are constant human vices.  But what really happened while Jesus was hanging on that cross was something far worse–and far better.  For there, the sinless Son of God, who was of the same nature and glory as God the Father, and who enjoyed perfect love and unity with the Father, willingly submitted to be punished for sin, the terrible treason of men, in our place.

And his triumphant shout just before he died, “IT IS FINISHED!” tells us that his and the Father’s plan to save us has been accomplished forever, and that we have been set free from sin and from death.

I was saved two thousand years ago on a hill outside Jerusalem.