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It is at the cross that my soul is awakened. I hear sounds, voices and utterances beyond human capacity to explain, so superaltive that angels must kneel in awe. It is at the cross that my eyes view cascasding visions of strength, might and power far beyond comprehension, yea beyond finite, infinite omnipotence. Waiting at the cross the soul is poured out as an unending river from a eternal source, looking upon majesty, regal splendor, light as the sun and glory of worlds to come. Kneeling at the foot of the cross my heart is swollen in love to compass the world, to heal all wounds, to make all things aright with a voice that fills all space, falling upon every forlorn, hopeless ear saying, "Be ye reconcilled to God." Falling on my face with my arm wrapped around its base, I soon hear a sweet, tender voice beckoning me to come to him, taking up my cross to follow afterwards.
No, the cross is not just for repentance and self-loathing alone. If that is all we see in the cross, then we have never really caught a clear vision of its glory and power. The cross which is given its power by the resurrection is to be shared with every one.
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