Take me to the Cross
There is an old story about a teenager who lived down the road from a magnificent church building which had a large cross on the top of its tall steeple. As he grew up, he watch the worker do maintenance on that cross as they replaced light bulbs and kept it freshly painted. Even though he grew up in the shadow of this steeple, the people of the church never reached out to him. As he began Junior High, he began to run with the rough crowd. For 4 years, his life was on a downhill spiral which included drugs, sex, and violence. One night he was found face down in an alley, high on drugs, and severely beaten. His rescuers wanted to take him to the hospital, but he knew that would bring questions which he didn’t care to answer, so he asked them to take him home. Between the alcohol, drugs, and the beating, he could not remember his own address. Remembering that church building and that enormous steeple, he said, “Take me to the cross, I can get home from there.” Today I ran across this old...