The death of Christ at once shows the essential unity of the Father and the Son, and consummates the mutual society of God and man. The self-giving of God manifests itself in history, within the context of fallen creation, as the humiliation of the Son.
One way of picturing the church calendar is as an unspooling thread, with each loop expanding the last. But this year, I’m pondering the complementary, and in some ways more elusive and profound, truth.
God’s love is something counter-cultural, offensive, and ego-insulting. It is not free, but costly.
I arrived at Ground Zero already convinced that the cross of Jesus Christ was the hope of the world. When I left, I was taken beyond conviction.
The Cross is the nuptial bed on which is consummated the union of divine nature and human nature in the “one flesh” of Jesus. Nothing connotes this more powerfully than our Lord’s final “word” from the cross.