“…but for this cause came I unto this hour. Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again.” John 12:27b – 28
Lamplight illuminates three small wooden crosses on our living room windowsill. Good Friday and Easter have come and gone, but I am reluctant to unplug the little lamps and pack the crosses away until next year.
Last year when I was preparing to celebrate Easter I wished for some symbols to display in our home, meaningful things to remind us of the holy day of Easter. A neighbor couple we’d befriended displayed a set of three crosses and a tomb in their large window. The retired man had made the crosses in his small wood shop. On Easter morning his wife always arose early and rolled away the “stone” from the painted, wooden “tomb.”
I asked the man if he would consider making me a set of crosses. He was glad to, and I’d been happy to display them in my window. These crosses were beautifully stained and varnished, appearing not at all like the rough, splintered cross that tortured our Lord. Yet these beautiful crosses reminded me of the beautiful (though horrible) thing Jesus had done—died for me.
This year I displayed the crosses again. Tonight in the darkness, I think of my neighbor, John, who carefully crafted them for me. I think of my husband, John. This year both Johns are undergoing chemotherapy for the same kind of cancer. How much has changed since last year. I can’t help but wonder what thrills or trials we might face next year at Easter time. We do not know.
Of this I am certain: Jesus did a beautiful thing on an ugly cross to offer us eternal life with Him. We have every reason to hope and rest in Him.
If the cross was God’s will for Jesus, I think this cancer is God’s will for the Johns. If Jesus used the cross to glorify the Father’s name, the John’s can use their journey with cancer to glorify Him too.