The Cross Set-Apart

Our church has a large open field next to it, with a tall wooden cross in the middle– perhaps 15-feet high or so.  I love that cross. I’m always struck by its isolation, abrupt in the midst of land with nothing else on it.  But it can be clearly seen from the busy road, as well as from a whole neighborhood of houses and people. It is significant to me that the cross is planted there in the middle of the mundane, daily life of our community, acknowledged or not. It persists in all kinds of pouring rain, hot sun and high winds. Throughout the year, we change the…