The Cross

So, I figured I’d put my other short story up here, called the Cross.  I’ll warn you beforehand, it’s religious, so if you don’t like that stuff, don’t read it.  If you don’t mind it, or enjoy reading it, though, by all means, read it.  It’s based off of an event that happened to me at summer camp, and the words in italics are from one of my favorite songs, Lead Me to the Cross.

The Cross

The pastor’s words rung in my ears, even as I turned to Evelyn as she sat beside me.  “Will you come up with me?”  I asked softly.  Inside, I was afraid she’d belittle me.  She’d think I was lying about who I really was because I hadn’t done this before.  Savior, I come. Quiet my soul. Remember…

Instead, her eyes immediately teared up.  “Of course, I will!” she said.  She stood up, holding my hand.

Redemption’s hill, where Your blood was spilled, for my ransom.

Already, the front of the room was filling with others.  Some of them were going up for the same reasons as I, some were going to help a friend, like Evelyn was for me.  Either way, I began to realize that I wasn’t alone.  I didn’t have to be afraid of any of this.  Everything I once held dear, I count it all as loss.

We all knelt in front of the stage.  Many of us had tears streaming down our faces.  Not me.  I couldn’t bring myself to cry, not yet.  It hadn’t really clicked in my mind what was happening.

Lead me to the cross, where Your love poured out.

The pastor stood up on the stage, and prayed.  He thanked God for speaking through him that night, and for bringing all of us up there at that moment.  There were so many of us, ready to give up our lives for a new purpose.  We were Christians, from that moment forward, with Jesus at the front of our lives.  Praise the Lord for this!

Bring me to my knees, Lord, I lay me down.  Rid me of myself; I belong to you.  Lead me, lead me to the cross!

My eyes began to cloud up.  I was up at the front.  I was being reborn, not as a sinner, but as a Christian.  I began to really grasp what I had done.  But I didn’t regret it, not one little bit.  You were as I tempted and tried human.  The word became flesh, bore my sin and death. Now you’re risen.

The band had been playing softly at this point, but when the pastor had said, Amen, they began to play a song we all knew well.  In fact, it was one of my favorites, and it caused the tears to flow freely now.  I held tight onto Evelyn with one hand, and threw the other up in the air, singing as loud as I could.  It didn’t matter that my voice cracked, not then, not ever.

Lead me to the cross, where your love poured out.  Bring me to my knees, Lord, I lay me down.  Rid me of myself; I belong to You.  Lead me, lead me to the cross.

Lead me to your heart.



5 thoughts on “The Cross

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  2. I love summer camp, there’s nothing like it, is there? Those invitations are incredible; whether you’re one of the ones going to the altar for yourself, going for a friend, or just standing in your row praying for the others. I wouldn’t trade those experiences for anything.

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