So I went into the break room and someone had set out a bunch of candy for people to help themselves. Apparently it was an attempt to unload a bunch of leftover Easter goodies – chocolate eggs, jellybeans, the usual. In the midst of the basket something not so usual made me stop. It was a six-inch long solid milk chocolate cross. I found myself pondering the theological implications of this confectionary torture device. I understand the significance of the bread and wine, but a chocolate cross? Is it OK to eat the cross? I’m just asking. Doesn’t that seem weird to you? Would you ever see a Catholic chocolate cross? I don’t think so.
OK. I’m being a bit facetious. I don’t have an issue with someone
eating a chocolate cross. If it was 70% cocoa, I might have gone for it myself.
However, it did make me think about how we can so easily trivialize the
significance of the cross. For whatever reason, it was a horrible form of death
that God chose to pay the price I couldn’t pay. That cross points to separation,
loss, suffering, and death. The paradox is that same cross points to
reconciliation, redemption, joy and life. It was the means by which my creator
became my savior. I hope I don’t take that lightly.
The next time you see a cross, stop for a moment and ask yourself, “What does it mean?” Better yet, “What does it mean to me?”