It has been a wild eight months. Today I am in Idaho. So many stories. I think about the future a lot lately. And I think about the cross and what I can do now or not do. In Idaho there are many churches but I have seen two or three this week with an unfamiliar display in front. In most churches there is a cross inside the building to remind us of salvation and what it cost. Maybe there is a smaller cross on a steeple. These churches I noticed in Idaho have a landscaped mound with three crosses at the entrance – at least life-sized. Why three (it is historical)? As I fret about the lost and if I should stay or go I know why all three crosses are important. There were two others, convicted criminals, who practically rubbed shoulders with Jesus that day and one picked Jesus and the other picked himself. The extra two crosses represent you and me. It is a reminder to us all. Jesus is all but not all will believe. Those losses are sad but not unexpected because of free will.
I am a tiny piece of God’s unfolding story. His love for me continues to take shape and inform. No need to fret. Speak wherever I can without fear of loss because I already made my decision and now it is your turn. Choose to win or lose. Thank you for the display of evangelism in Idaho. Only Jesus rose on that third day but the criminal who said yes to Jesus is now risen too.