The Glory of the Cross

“But I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all men to myself.” He said this to show the kind of death he was going to die.

“And now, O Father, glorify Me together with Yourself, with the glory which I had with You before the world was.”

God created the heavens and the earth to work in such a way that He and I could live, eat, and walk together in unbroken agreement. Such a statement’s entirety is not relied upon the truth that He chose me to do awesome things for Him. At the heart of it all, I am fashioned for God’s personal, unending, and deepest delight.

Through the unsearchable wisdom of the cross, God displayed Jesus, His only begotten Son, as the bedrock of provision for that very intimate purpose. In loving gaze and profound whisper, the Father’s statement to bring everlasting glory unto Self was through resolute selflessness, as demonstrated in His crucified Witness. Of all the ways our Excellent Creator could reveal Himself, none was found better than His own life. While in my transgressions, He loved me and gave Himself for me. Every painful movement of His marred figure against that stained beam was for even this one bewildered and proud sinner.

It is inaccurate to define the glory of God from beholding the glory of humanity as we see and know. God’s majestic, unapproachable glory is His humility. The One, whom upholds all things and is without beginning of days, exalts Himself in human capacity upon a cross as a curse, displaying the exacting measure of His eternal glory in a mere three hours. For God has captured our unfading adoration in but a fading moment before all of the timeless years that were, are, and are yet to come.  Jesus’ splendor exhibited at the cross is certain. Every created human will bow forever before the worthiness of this Man.

The cross is truly the lowliest humiliation and loftiest exaltation of created order, proclaiming to all spiritual principalities and humanistic rule the unstoppable surge of the promised rule of the Messiah over all things by His Father’s arm. Perhaps I’ll never quite understand the fascinating mystery of God’s incarnation unto flesh or the fabrications of His guarantee of the resurrection unto me by His Spirit. But in deep solace, I await and accept His plan in marvel, possessing mysteries yet only discovering one – Jesus Christ and Him crucified.

In noble victory sits your King upon His throne – a wooden seat to keep Him until His heart overflows.

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