Old Rugged Cross

The cross is not merely a symbol of suffering—it is the deepest revelation of divine love. The Creator, infinite in holiness and glory, looked upon broken humanity and chose not distance, but descent. He came searching for me. Not when we were worthy, but when we were lost.

And so we look to the cross, where justice and mercy met. Sin was not ignored; it was borne. Wrath was not dismissed; it was satisfied. Yet in that very act, love overflowed beyond measure. 

He died for me. This is the wonder: that the sinless One would take the place of the sinner, that the Shepherd would lay down His life for the sheep.

Words fall short. No language can fully capture the depth of such love. It is a love that is not abstract, but personal; not distant, but pursuing; not conditional, but sacrificial. The cross declares that the price is paid in full, that Christ stood as the propitiation for our sin. That He as the High Priest, declares us righteous before the throne of God!

The depth of this perfect love cannot be measured. It reaches into our darkest places and lifts us into eternal hope.

So we worship—Forever worthy, forever exalted, the Lamb who was slain—and now He lives.