Susan Lafferty“The way of the cross leads home….”
In worship settings of my childhood, the hymn marched. Triumphant. Its lyrics sung with gusto.
In later years, the words hit differently. Move me into quiet consideration. Thoughtful meditation.
On how this is lived out. Day by day.
How can it be?
Rabbi. Healer. Friend.
Hanging in this place of death.
On a Roman cross.
Master, who loved in truth,
speaking life and light
to all who had
ears to hear.
How could it lead to this?
Never fails to catch my heart. Luminous words about the Savior. Back in the major and minor prophets.
Mystery to the listeners.
But revealed to us in the New Testament and the coming of Christ.
Today, consider Isaiah 64 and Israel’s prayer.
