I love to hear about the Cross! I relish the preaching of the Cross. I have read numerous books on the implications of the Cross. Every observance of the ordinance of communion and Good Friday service renew my affection for the Cross and devotion to the Cross.
You see, it was the Cross that made a difference in my life. I was reared in a non‑Christian home, and though my father did not give much credence to the Lord and the Cross, he had learned about that truth as a child. How do I know? Well, it wasn’t because he told me, but he sang it to me. Often on Saturday evenings as a young child I remember my father having friends over to our little home where they would play their guitars into the early hours of the morning. Always in his repertoire, was the playing of the hymn, “The Old Rugged Cross,” which I recall his singing from memory with great expression and seeming significance. He had heard it as a child in a little country church snuggled deep in the hills of West Virginia. Thus I had heard about this Cross long before I started attending church where I was later saved as a teenager.
