I recently went to the mountain and walked to the cross that overlooks our city. I was with a group of girls and we were immersed in the scenery – limestone rock, a bridge, wildflowers just beginning to bloom. We were talking, laughing, listening to one another… and looking down. The entire walk I looked down, careful to avoid the mud and not stumble.
The cross caught me off guard.
I knew it was there but it had been awhile since I had seen it up close. It it weren’t for the clearing and knowing where we were, we might have missed it. In fact, I know stories of some who have hiked right past it and have had to back tract to find the very thing they went to find.
All we had to do was stop and look up. We were standing under the cross’ mighty shadow.
If you look closely you will see the tree that partially blocked our view. It was covered in a vine full of thorny crosses. Do you see it? God has surrounded that land, that space, in our city, with reminders of the cross.