From Hymns and Sacred Poems by Charles Wesley (1742)
“Then let us sit beneath his cross,
And gladly catch the healing stream,
All things for him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him;
O nothing think, or speak beside:
My Lord, my love is crucified.”
I invite you to sit with this last stanza of Charles Wesley’s hymn. It focuses on the events of today, Good Friday.
Let the weight of these words sink deeply, reflecting on their meaning as you focus your attention on the cross.
Embrace the paradox: Christ’s death enables our healing.
I am drawn to the words of Wesley, let us sit beneath his cross. Here he communicates one of the foundations of his faith, a communal experience of Christianity. As I think of my local church’s expression of this corporate nature, I can’t help but reflect on the way we’ve engaged brothers and sisters outside our four walls. Through prayers, financial support, and many extended stays by folks in our congregation, we are bonded together with the suffering, struggling coffee growing villages in and around Chicontla, Mexico.
I love this photograph of cross placed in the Chicontla mountains of the Sierra Norte. It seems to say no matter where we are, we are together in Christ. And no matter who we are, Christ’s love is available.
Together we sit beneath the cross, and gladly catch the healing stream.
(photo credit, Jim, on his first trip to Chicontla)