A Quick Morning Glance

   As I was driving in to a breakfast meeting early this morning, I glanced up, as I passed the church and noticed this sight:

   The cross just stood out in the early morning sky, before the sunrise, and so I stopped and went back to get a picture.

   The picture seemed to say it all for me. The cross is a symbol of God's sacrifice for mankind, and personally for me. It gives me reason for life and hope for the future.

   How many times have I passed this way on my way to somewhere and never noticed? Since, on this Island, this road is the only one going north and south, I must have gone by hundreds of times since we moved back here in 2005, but most times the church is just part of the scenery, if I even notice it at all.

   How many times in life do I see a cross and just say, "there is a cross", or not even say anything? It is just there, pretty, but that is all.

   There is rich meaning in that symbol, for me and for many others. There is hope for all in that cross. There is life.

   I don't want it to be just a pretty sight, but another reminder that Jesus Loves Me.