At The Cross Where My Dear Savior Died
A popular hymn written by Isaac Watts a few centuries ago is a beautiful reminder of the place where it all begins for us Christians-the Cross of Christ.
Alas, and did my Savior bleed, And did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
At the cross, at the cross Where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Not only does the Cross bring us great joy but also compels and empowers us to exhibit the fruits of a changed life. I like what Recon wrote on her blog:
"We must go to the foot of the cross. We have to walk the road to Calvary as did our Lord. We look up and see His holy, bloody feet and having carried our cross there, with our shame, pain, guilt, sin, joy we lay it all down. We take our ALL to him and lay ourselves at his feet in sacrifice so that we can then go out to our world and lay our lives down for our friends and our enemies."
It was the depiction of the Cross in Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ that led me to give up my reticience and pre-conceptions regarding Catholicism and return to the Church. I suddenly saw my pride and willfulness in struggling against His Church for so many years, in light of the all-sufficient sacrifice He provided for me. During the terrible scourging on the way to Calvary I said, "Jesus you did this for me, I will do anything for you, even become Catholic!" In my heart of hearts I had begun to realize that Catholicism was true and the graphic depiction of His suffering for me convinced me I had to let it all go.
I have since found out that other converts and reverts to Catholicism were similarly affected by this sacred art, The Passion of the Christ.