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The Christmas Gift of the Cross

Posted by Joshua Claycamp on with 1 Comments

I was startled from my reverie by the blood-curdling groaning and gasping of a man in extreme agony. The sounds of "Jingle Bells" diffused across the room from overhead speakers, and a Christmas tree in the corner twinkled with choreographed flashes. Wrapped packages were littered everywhere beneath the artificial pine branches. Yet, despite the holiday feel, there's simply no dispelling the unease of a hospital waiting room. I had driven my brother to the E.R. to get stitches in his scalp (that’s another story). As I was sitting bored in the waiting room, glancing reluctantly at the unfortunate selection of reading material, harried paramedics were wheeling the gurney through sliding doors directly into trauma care.

It was a graphic site to behold: the man was strapped to the gurney, lying on his left side with a four foot steel rod pierced through the right side of his body. His right arm, twisted behind him, was also impaled on the sharpened metal. As I stared transfixed, a lady next to me whispered, “It must have been an accident.” They wheeled past quickly, and in an instant he was gone. But the horrible image lingered. How tragic that this man would spend his Christmas in this hospital, enduring the suffering of recovery. Thank God, I thought to myself, for the grace of modern medicine. At least this man stood a chance of healing.

As I reflected on the impaled man groaning in agony, I couldn’t help but think of Christ's coming at Christmas time to bring healing for all. As the tragic image of the wounded man replayed in my mind, I could not help imagining the horror of the cross in that ER waiting room. And in retrospect, it is exactly the thing that we should have in view at Christmas time. While Jesus was a worker of miracles, there were many men who could have worked miracles for God. Jesus came to work redemption. Jesus came to accomplish atonement.

Jesus came to embrace the torture of a cross...

Christmas is about giving because it is about Jesus who came solely to be our gift of redemption. While many of us will have visions dancing in our heads of mangers and trough-like cribs with shepherds and Magi peering upon the holy baby, the Father and Son understood what the incarnation truly meant: the entering of immortal God into the realm of agony and death. And so it is appropriate during this season of wonder and magic, to stop and to think for a moment on hard and painful things. It is right to pause our shopping, feasting and gift-giving in order to pay out a few moments thinking of the cross.

Can you imagine the blood? Can you hear the groaning and crying? Can you hear the crowd's laughter and mocking? The nails would have been heavy and large, far heavier and larger than nails that are used in construction today. There may not have been a sharpened point at the tip. Do you hear the grunting of the soldier as the hammer swung home to the loud report of the nail’s ringing?

Can you imagine the rough grain of wood and bark scraping upon his back?

Think of the sharp pain of the thorns driven into His brow. With Jesus they certainly didn’t gently place the razor-barbed thorns upon his head. They would have lassoed that wreath of thorns around the back of his noggin and forcibly jerked them down his face. Perhaps they gave the thorns a quick clockwise yank rotating them deeper into His scalp to better secure them so they wouldn’t fall off during the day.

Poisonous carbon dioxide would trap in His lungs by the nature of the position in which He was suspended. This poisonous gas in his chest would result in a pounding, migraine headache -if He didn’t have them already from the lack of sleep, the thorns driven into His skull, the loss of blood from the beatings, and the beard-pulling that took place through the long night. As the intensity of the migraine grew, He would have been very sensitive to light and sound. Ultimately, He would be choking to death. In his human nature, he would have been compelled to do something! He must somehow alleviate his choking. Heaving with all His might, He would try to pull Himself up while supporting His weight on the hook of nails driven into His hands and feet… just so He could exhale and take a fresh breath of air. The nails would pull on his nerves, sending sharp, stabbing pains up his arms and legs, causing the muscles in His neck to tense with exploding sensations throughout his skull.

He would hurt at his wrists.

He would hurt at His feet.

He would hurt at his back.

He would hurt around his scalp.

He would hurt in his chest.

He would hurt behind his eyes.

The tension in His neck would cause Him to stiffen. It would have been painful, maybe even impossible, to swing His head around from side to side as the crows cawed at him, circling overhead…

It really didn’t matter what He did. He could hang helplessly and allow poison to build in His lungs, resulting in the choking and throbbing body aches. Or He could pull up and exhale, an action resulting in shooting pains in his arms and legs with exploding migraine pain in his head. What lovely options He had to choose.

But of course, He did have options. He did have a choice. And He chose the nails.

He chose the thorns.

He chose the beatings.

He chose the cross.

He chose to be executed.

He paid the price to set us free. God’s gift to you under the Christmas tree is an execution on your behalf.

This is the meaning of Christmas. God, the immortal and all powerful, entered into humanity as a baby child, lived as a man, and all this for the sole purpose of taking the cross off our backs, taking the cross upon His own back. God came for you, so he could die for you. As you go throughout this Christmas season, do not neglect to open the greatest gift of all. Enter into Christ this Christmas season. Merry Christmas!

Tags: christmas, christmas this year, jesus, the christmas season, sacrifice, stewardship

Comments

Lydia Dec 21, 2017 2:53pm

This made me cry - beautiful, important reminder. The gift of Jesus at Christmas is meaningless without the death and resurrection of Jesus at Easter. My cup runneth over to think of this.

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