There is an old hymn written by Jessie B. Pounds that has been haunting me lately after an encounter with a man who believed he could commune with God and yet he knew little about Jesus. This man believed that there is a God because he is a physician and knowing the marvels of the human body he knew that there had to be a God. So he prayed often to God not knowing anything about God. He didn’t know the way to God is The Cross.
Here are a couple of verses of Jessie Pounds hymn—
“I MUST NEEDS GO HOME BY THE WAY OF THE CROSS,
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY BUT THIS;
I CAN NEVER GET SIGHT OF THE GATES OF LIGHT,
IF THE WAY OF THE CROSS I MISS.
I MUST NEEDS GO ON IN THE BLOOD SPRINKLED WAY,
THE PATH THAT MY SAVIOR TROD,
IF I EVER CLIMB TO THE HEIGHTS SUBLIME,
WHERE THE SOUL IS AT HOME WITH GOD.
THE WAY OF THE CROSS LEADS HOME,
THE WAY OF THE CROSS LEADS HOME;
IT IS SWEET TO KNOW AS I ONWARD GO ,
THE WAY OF THE CROSS LEADS HOME.
CLING TO THE CROSS
In the news recently the story is told of a dear elderly lady and her grown grandson ;who started out for church on a very rainy Sunday morning. As they traveled further towards their destination they perceived that the waters around them were rising at an alarming rate.
Soon their vehicle was over taken by an angry swirl of muddy water that began to pull them forward. Her grandson was able to exit the car and as he came around to her door he noticed a large red wooden cross stuck in the ground nearby. He banged on the frightened woman’s window and coaxed her out of the car. He led her by the hand to the cross and firmly placed her hands upon it.
The deep muddy water swirled around their knees as they clung desperately to the wooden cross. They watched as the swelling floods carried their car away. Still the cross they clung to held firm. It was their only hope of not being swept away to certain death. They clung for five hours waiting for rescue.
The rescuers finally arrived and grandmother and grandson were safely transported away in a boat, As they looked back they saw the cross begin to move and then silently slip away.
This brings to mind our need to “cling to the cross.” The cross is our hope of salvation from the tide of sin and evil that would catch us up and sweep us into the waiting mouth of hell.
Jesus gave His life’s blood in sacrifice for your sin and mine on the cross. Since then this symbol of Roman cruelty has become the symbol of hope for millions of people who have come to it to have their sins washed away and to obtain new life in Him. He is “the way, the truth, and the life no man cometh to the Father (God) but by Him.” John 14:6 He is the only way . The cross is the only way.
Are you overwhelmed with life’s problems today?
Are you held captive by some sin?
Have you lost all hope that your life can be better?
Are you fearful of what the future holds? Are you short on resources and long on worry?
Come to The Cross and cling.
Give your life and heart to the one who died on that cross for you. He will open wide His arms and welcome you in. He will save you from sin and give you new life and a hope for the future. Others you have turned to for help and comfort may have proved undependable but unlike them He will never leave you. He will walk with you through life’s trials. He will give you safety and strength. When your life here on earth is over; He will welcome you through Heaven’s gates into an eternity of peace, love, acceptance and comfort.