While driving to a friend’s yesterday, we pointed out to my son how tbecause of the fog, the lit-up, plain cross on top of Lutheran General hospital looked like it was floating in space. Then he said one of those great lines that come from some mysterious place inside a kid’s head that we can never fully get to after a certain age. He said:
“That’s the cross that God fell off of.”
We weren’t sure how he meant it. Maybe he had previously looked at my Grandma’s Roman Catholic crucifix hanging in our bedroom, and now noticed that the hospital one didn’t have Jesus upon it. Or maybe he was putting the sinfulness of mankind, or The Resurrection, or some complex theological concept, in the simplest and most poetic way a five year old can put it.
Either way, that quote will be my theme for the month. They tried to put my Lord on a cross, but he didn’t stick. He fell off, and the stink of death fell away from him.
As MC Hammer once said, so Jesus first said to death and sin: “Can’t touch dis!”