Good Folks, it is Friday, April 13, 2018. This Sunday we will be celebrating what God has done, is doing and what He promises to do. We continue in the sermon series: Arise–Claiming the Resurrection as Our Own. In addition, we will introduce: #WearYourCancerColors.
At the corner of State Highway 36 and FM 2004, four miles from Brazoria going east, and four miles from Lake Jackson going north, are two small, white-painted crosses. I served First United Methodist Church of Brazoria for six and a-half years and saw these two crosses countless of times. These crosses etched a picture in my mind and heart.
They bear the names of two young children. What I remember about those two crosses was the fact that they were gently tended to on a regular basis. During Valentine’s Day, before and for some time after, flowers and heart shaped balloons would be attached. During Christmas, a small Christmas tree was decorated and held in place. During other times, you would notice, what was possibly a birthday celebration remembered. In that particular corner of the world, many vendors would park and sell their wares, from fruits and vegetables, to furniture. It also happened to be at the corner of a maximum-security state prison, with high fences where razor-ribbon wire was the order-of-the-day. Yet, in the midst of these two small crosses, at a corner of this world where hundreds of cars pass daily, where vendors come and go, and a “stone’s throw” from a 1,000+ population of incarcerated felons, left undisturbed, are memories of lives taken all too early.
We see these same crosses as we travel the streets of communities or down the highway. Grief will take its own journey. The state highway maintenance crews do not touch these crosses…if anything, they insure that the weeds do not grow around them. I am reminded of two lives lost. I am reminded of the cross in our sanctuary, for it represents a life lost for our “lostness.” I am reminded never to forget. I am also reminded that the cross is the end of life as a Christian, but a reminder of God’s love made real in Jesus Christ.
God bless you in your own journey of grief and sorrow, remembering the cross of Christ and those crosses we see and carry in our own hearts. #WearYourCancerColors.
I lost my sister to breast cancer (pink) and my father to bladder cancer (marigold). Cancer affects all; however, God defines us. Claim the Resurrection as your own. Invite others to Sunday’s service.
Blessings from Duncanville, Pastor Frank