Over the last 2000 years the Cross has become loaded up with symbolism. In the vast flow of human history and experience, the Cross hangs like some vast, dynamic constantly moving orb. Like oysters encrusted on a ferry pier – the Cross is dense with century upon century of accumulated meaning. Like the pull of some massive sun, simply standing at a safe distance and observing is not an option.
It reminds me of Simon of Cyrene – an observer in the crowd as Jesus comes by struggling to carry the weight of the Cross. When Jesus stumbles, Simon is chosen from the crowd by a Roman soldier and the Scripture says he is ‘compelled’, strongly encouraged – some would say even forced to carry the Cross of Christ. The picture painted is one of reluctant & unavoidable participation.
And Jesus declares to his followers this is the way of the Cross, “If any of you wishes to come after Me, you must deny yourself, take up your cross and follow Me”. (Mt 16:24)
