Crucifix Honey
Every April they sweeten the cross.
Package the blood. Soften the nails.
Put a choir behind the screaming
so it sounds like music.
Crucifix honey.
He died on a garbage hill covered in flies
while Jerusalem ate dinner.
Not in a cathedral.
Not in a painting.
Not in the stained glass window
your grandmother pointed at
when you were six
and told you that man loved you.
On a trash heap.
Outside the city.
Where they dumped dead animals.
Where the dogs came at night.
That’s where God died.
Naked.
Bones showing through His back.
Mouth so dry His tongue stuck to His jaw.
Soldiers underneath Him gambling for His shirt
like it was a scratch-off ticket.
His mother stood there.
Couldn’t touch Him.
Couldn’t hold His hand.
Just watched the boy she nursed in a barn
choke to death on a Roman post
while flies landed on what used to be His back.
And the church put a frame around it.
Sanded down the wood.
Took the splinters out of the cross
and made it smooth enough to hang
around a pretty neck.
We turned the execution of God
into decoration.
The Romans drove the nails.
We gold-plated them.
Crucifix honey.
He sweat blood in a garden
because His body tried to die
before they could kill Him.
And we walk past it every Sunday
like it’s wallpaper.
He carried His own death up a hill
on a back that didn’t have skin on it.
And we put the cross on a bumper sticker
between the stick figure family
and the fish.
He screamed.
And we made it a holiday.
I want to thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for the opportunity to represent Him on the highest stage 🙌🏾🙏🏾
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If you are too wise and too strong to rely on a spouse, please spend your years in celibate service to Jesus.
#OTD March 6, 1901:
Amy Carmichael, serving as a missionary in India, shelters her first temple runaway, a young girl dedicated to the Hindu gods and forced into prostitution to earn money for the priests. Founding the Dohnavur Fellowship, she rescued hundreds, raising them in a Christian refuge.
Three men, three crosses, one hill.
One man cursed, one man prayed, one Man promised.
One died condemned, one died forgiven, One died innocent.
One died in sin, one died to sin, One died for sin.
One was held by death, one was released by death, One conquered death.
One lost life, one gained life, One was life.
Thank You, Jesus, for Your sacrifice and eternal life only through You!