In June, I left my cross at my friend’s place in Joburg. That’s six hours away. And haven’t seen my friend since then. So for about 4 months I didn’t wear my chain and my cross.
It was a good break.
Because to be honest for most of us who wear a symbolism of our faith as jewellery forget the meaning behind it.
It becomes an accessory.
Now putting it on again last night. I smiled. I felt a good sense of “reunion.”
The cross reminds me of selfless love. A death that set me free.
(And that is just mere christianese. I mean those words sincerely. Ask me about that.)
Engraved on my cross is the Hebrew for hope.
Without hope, that’s a grim place to live from.
So I pray a little prayer: Jesus thanks for these little reminders.
I don’t understand all the details of faith and God. But what You did for me and others. I am grateful. Let’s start there. Amen