Written by James S. Stewart (1783-1858), a Baptist minister and county judge.
We take a Red Cross, and with it symbolize the ministry of healing. Our poets and hymn-writers sing to us of “the wonderous cross,” “the blessed cross.” But all this ought not to hide from us the fact that originally the cross was a thing unspeakable, shameful, and degrading. “Cursed is everyone that hangeth on a tree,” said Paul, quoting Deuteronomy. That was how Jewish feeling expressed it; and Roman sentiment the same. “This cruelest, most hideous of punishments,” said Cicero, using words in which you can almost hear the shudder—“crudelissimum taeterrimumque supplicum.” “Never may it,” he said elsewhere, “come near the bodies of Roman citizens, never near their thoughts or eyes or ears!” Devised in the first instance in semi-barbaric Oriental lands, death by crucifixion was reserved by the Romans for slave and for criminals of the most abandoned kind. It was a fate of utter ignominy…That the Messiah should die such a death was utterly beyond belief. Yet so it was. Everything which Christ ever touched – the cross included – he adorned and transfigured and haloed with splendor and beauty; but let us never forget out of what appalling depths He has set the cross on high.
We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith. Because of the joy awaiting him, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne. [Hebrews 12:2]