Introspective Insights

Introspective - adj: Examining sensory and perceptual experiences. Insight - n: The capacity to discern the true nature of a situation.

On Wearing a Cross

For many years, I wouldn’t wear a cross.  I knew plenty of people who did – gold,
silver, large, small.  But even though I’ve
been a Christian for as long as I have memories, I couldn’t do it.  I grew up in the age of Madonna and her
over-the-top-cross-in-your-face image (among many others during that time) turned
me off to the public display of crossdom. 

It seemed to me that many wore the cross as a contradiction to
their own behavior.  They behaved and
spoke as those who really didn’t understand what the cross meant.
For myself, I thought that if I couldn’t represent Christ
well with my behavior, then I should not wear one.
  So I didn’t. 
My own judgment of others and myself put my faith in a box and hidden
away from others.  

Years later, my husband bought me a beautiful yellow gold
and diamond cross necklace.  Not too big
to be gaudy, not too small to be hidden. 
This cross made a statement – but I wasn’t sure I knew how to wear that
statement and be sincere.  Before I wore
it, I thought, “Will I be on my best behavior today?” If the answer was no, it
went back into the jewelry box.  I had
bought into the lie that as a Christian, I should somehow be perfect now that I
knew Christ.  

I wore it here and there. 
After a while I found, that the more I studied the Bible, the more I
realized that Jesus sought out the imperfect ones – the ones who were rejected
by society, imperfect – the “tax collectors and sinners” and in that cross,
something that represents pain, suffering, and the ultimate torture to death
could be turned into something beautiful – gold and diamonds – and our freedom
from what we really deserve.

So I started wearing that cross – hoping that somehow the
thin, light metal would somehow weigh down and burn into my chest reminding me
of my flaws and how Jesus accepts me anyway – making me the ugly
  I’m not perfect and I never
will be and maybe everyone I have ever seen wear a cross has it on to remind
them that without that cross, they remain ugly, but with it on them – burning into
them they become beautiful and in this brokenness, represent who Christ really


Hi! I'm Jennifer. I'm here in my little corner of southeastern Michigan observing relationships, family, and the world hoping to dig deeper and find the divine spark in it all. Thanks for visiting!

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