The Cross is the Answer

by Catherine Doherty

Oh God! When we’re afraid to love, we take a course on interpersonal relationships. We take another course in psychology when we’re afraid to look at our inner self. Always a fear of loving—a fear of the cross.

Remember the song, “So high, you can’t get over it, so low, you can’t go under it; so wide, you can’t get around it. You gotta come in at the door.” That’s the cross!

And here we are, busy eschewing that cross with tranquilizers, and with euphoriants, with—oh well—I can name them, but I won’t. Anything and everything. We eschew any kind of cross.

Yet, when we’re discouraged, the cross is the answer. When I’m discouraged, I remember that I have recourse to the only thing I know will keep me from absolute discouragement, and that is Calvary. Whenever I feel that the things of the world are too much for me, I take refuge at the foot of the cross.

Even if the whole world is shrouded in darkness, and the curtains of all my temples are rent, I know that—although I cannot see, nor hear, nor understand—I am safe at the feet of my crucified Savior.

From Grace in Every Season, (2001), MH Publications, February 23, pp. 63-64, available from MH Publications