Had a talk with my dad on instant messenger. Our topic of conversation? The cross of Jesus. Kind of a weird father-son topic of conversation, but nonetheless challenging. I find it mind blowing that Paul in the Bible would say that the cross is the only thing he bragged about, was the central pillar of his message, and would claim suffering and crucifixion as his own and brag about it.
I don’t get it.
But there is a lot of things I don’t get about Christians. I don’t get how you have to die to live. I don’t get how someone can “take up [their] cross.” I don’t get how suffering is the prelude to glory. I don’t get how the road to the cross, the road to execution, is also the road to freedom.
I want to deny myself.
I want to taste suffering so that I no longer cling to this life like a coward.
I want to understand the message of the Cross, which is “foolishness to those who are perishing, but to those who are being saved, it is the power of God.”
Those thoughts continue to transform me.