THE CROSS
The Christian faith is utterly simple and yet it has layers
of meaning we have no capacity to understand now. ‘If a person has been granted
the power to behold the truth, then all that their senses perceive is for them
nothing more than the ultimate extremity, jutting into this dark world, of
another world infinitely more real than this’ (Hugo Rahner). What we are
capable of experiencing is only a faint taste of what is yet to be revealed.
People often express their thanks for the ‘gift of life’ and
clearly that is the greatest thing about us. We are alive. I am. One of the
earliest experiences of a child is to smile; to recognise their mother, their
father. It is the first moment of relationship. But then we know life does not
flow in a beautiful sequence of never-ending good experiences. Sooner or later,
there is limitation, frustration, anger. In a word, opposition.
The other image, perhaps
comveying the same idea, is Salvador Dali’s Salvator Mundi, Saviour of
the World, (the painting here) which shows the cross brooding over the world
much as the spirit brooded over creation (Gen.1:2).
From the beginning of the
Christian era, we have recognised that the cross is not just the great event in
the life and mission of Jesus; it is above all the central event of the whole
of world history – the make or break event of humanity. When I wear a cross
around my neck, it is not for decoration, still less a talisman. It is an
expression of a commitment to make the kind of choices Jesus made, choices that
give life, even if they lead, in the short run, to Calvary.
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