The Mystery of the Cross

The Cross of Christ is the threshold where the broken heart of God embraces the broken heart of man. There is no other way to God. No technique, no method, can replace the Cross. No amount of self-indulgence, insobriety or concern for worldly affairs can give us life like the moment of Golgatha. In Christ crucified He shows us our sins against the vast horizons of his love. If we allow these unimaginable horizons to pierce us to the heart, to draw us out of ourselves and into Him, then there is the most beautiful of all encounters. This is a real heart to heart: we ponder the truth about ourselves in Him and God contemplates the truth about Himself in us. Some say that they cannot find the Cross in their life. They cannot find sacrifices to make. If this is really true, I do not think it is, it means that there is a lack of love. We can only truly love at our own expense. Whenever we set out to do something beautiful for God, whenever we try to love to the end, we must go by the way of the Cross. Only when we have spent ourselves for the Lord and for those He has entrusted to us do we begin to taste this mystery. Here, the limits of our humanity meet the limitlessness of God.