Men and women throughout history have discovered the great hope of the cross. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn for many years was a prisoner in Soviet concentration camps. His days were made up of backbreaking labor and slow starvation. One day he gave up, feeling no purpose in fighting on. Laying his shovel down, he walked over to a bench and sat down. At any moment a guard might order him to get up, and when he failed to respond, the guard would probably beat him to death with a shovel. Solzhenitsyn had seen it happen many times.
As he was sitting there waiting for death, he felt a presence near. He lifted his eye and saw an old man with a wrinkled, utterly expressionless face. They had never communicated because prisoners were not allowed to talk. This old man took a stick, and in the sand at Solzhenitsyn’s feet he drew the sign of the cross. As Solzhenitsyn stared at the cross his entire perspective shifted. He realized in that moment that the cross was the hope of mankind, even against all-powerful Soviet Empire. He slowly got up, picked up the shovel, and went back to work under the power of the cross, later to become a prophetic voice to the nations.
The cost of Christian discipleship has always been the same. Christ still calls: ‘If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me (Matt. 16:24). Our Lord still summons us to walk the pathway of the cross.
Love’s arms were never stretched so wide as upon the cross. May the chorus of “Lead Me to Calvary” be our prayer as we commence our pilgrimage to Calvary:
Lest I forget Gethsemane
Lest I forget thine agony,
Lest I forget Thy love to me,
Lead me to Calvary.
Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross. – Hebrews 12:2
A man standing on the deck of a ship suddenly heard a deafening rumble as a volcano on the shore burst into flame. The whole countryside was lit up, and then the flame died. In those moments, he said, was revealed the fire that is ever burning in the heart of that mountain.
As we contemplate the Passion of our Lord, His suffering on Calvary, we have a glimpse of the love that is forever in the heart of God for each of us. Calvary is the supreme articulation of God’s love for the world. As we ponder the stupendous scene of the Son of God impaled on a felon’s cross on our behalf, we are constrained with Charles Wesley to exclaim:
Amazing love! How can it be That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
The writer of Hebrews invokes just such a contemplation: “Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross,despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God” (Heb. 12:2). May our contemplation lead to a deeper consecration of ourselves to the One whose love surpasses our understanding but wins our hearts.
Dear Savior, lest I forget Your love to me, lead me in Your path of suffering all the way to the foot of the cross.









