While I was in Cambodia - a staff member who could NOT afford to do so, walked up behind me and placed a cross necklace around my neck.
This morning I removed it for the first time to wear another necklace.
As I looked at it in my hand, it dawned on me that God chose this form of death for His son. Can you imagine choosing how your child would die?
He could have chosen an easier death for Him, a more private death for Him but didn't.
Did it take this horrifying a death just to get the human race's attention? I know in that culture that form of death represented many things that were very much a part of God's decision. But, it really hit me today as I looked at that cross in my hand -
how much I cost Him...