The cross is as ugly as it is beautiful. Ugly because of the physical pain and betrayal. Beautiful because of the love and forgiveness Jesus shows for those who murdered him.
There’s a lot of weird crap in the Bible, but I’m so glad that the cross is the lens I see God through.
_Did creation really happen in 6 days?
Did Jonah really get swallowed and spit up by a whale?
And what’s up with all the times God seemed to tell Israel to slaughter entire cities, even babies?_
I don’t know (and I don’t have to know), but I do know about the cross. No matter what crazy Bible stories I read, no matter what crap happens in life, I know that the cross is the most crystal clear picture of God’s heart for humanity and for me. Jesus dying on the cross, forgiving his enemies and forgiving me. That is God. That is beautiful. So if I’m on my death bed and I still haven’t figured out my view of creation, Jonah and the whale or the Old Testament slaughters, that’s OK. I know Jesus on the cross.