The Cross is an Abomination

I was thinking it would be a great fashion statement to wear a mini electric chair around my neck. I’m thinking of getting one with diamonds on it. Have you really ever thought this through? When did the cross become a symbol of fashion or a thing in-and-of-itself to be worshiped? They are everywhere and on everyone. Some people wear it as a symbol to show their affiliation but it has drastically lost it’s meaning. Some people place mini alters in their homes with a cross as the center piece. Who exactly are they praying too? Catholics want a dead Jesus hanging on it to remind they of what he endured and Protestants want it empty to represent his resurrection. Atheists want it extra large to represent their mockery of it while Agnostics wear in it’s latest sideways fashion just to fit in. Somewhere along the line in history, the cross became detestable to God. It has become a Baal, an idol that we worship more than the One who died on it. Let’s take a step back today and really consider what the cross represents and try to de-desensitise ourselves to it.

~ Jen O’Sullivan

Jeremiah 10:2-5
“Learn not the way of the nations,
nor be dismayed at the signs of the heavens
because the nations are dismayed at them,
for the customs of the peoples are vanity.
A tree from the forest is cut down
and worked with an axe by the hands of a craftsman.
They decorate it with silver and gold;
they fasten it with hammer and nails
so that it cannot move.
Their idols are like scarecrows in a cucumber field,
and they cannot speak;
they have to be carried,
for they cannot walk.

 

DBR Thought of the Day ~ Is God Disgusted with You?

What are the Baals (Idols) of your life? I was that whore Jeremiah talks about bowing down to other gods. I understand this is meant for Israel, but I was convicted this morning regarding my own life. Not too long ago, I had to have just the right type of friends, my hair had to have just the right amount of perfect highlights in it, I had to wear just the right shoes, and look a certain way. I had to have the luxury car, the luxury wallet, and luxury accessories. I had to go to the right school, live I the right neighborhood, and make the right amount of money. All for what? To impress whom? God was not impressed. He was disgusted. Dishonored. Jealous. Saddened. Full of wrath yet astonishingly patient. He called me home. He breathed life into my dead body and pried my rigor mortised fingers from my Baals. I am horrified at my foolishness but am overjoyed at God’s call and mercy and grace. I don’t want any of it anymore. All I want is Jesus, precious Jesus! Thank you Lord for changing my heart of stone into a heart of flesh. Thank you Lord for making me a new creation!

“How can you say, ‘I am not unclean, I have not gone after the Baals’?” – Jeremiah 2:23
“For long ago I broke your yoke and burst your bonds; but you said, ‘I will not serve.’ Yes, on every high hill and under every green tree you bowed down like a whore.” – Jeremiah 2:20

Grace be with all who love our Lord Jesus Christ with love incorruptible. (Eph. 6:24)
Maranatha! (Come, Lord Jesus!)

~ Jen O’Sullivan
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