I was leaving work last week when I noticed a Jeep parked by our large steel cross (that stands probably 15 feet tall) near the front of the church grounds. I slowed down as I pulled around the vehicle.
The closer I got, I realized that a woman had waded through the landscaping surrounding the cross and was hugging it. I watched as she kissed it. When she turned to walk away, I noticed that she was crying. Before she returned to her vehicle, she faced the cross one more time, bowed twice, then crossed her forehead and chest (like Catholics do).
I wasn’t sure what to make of it in that moment. I don’t know who she was, why she stopped, or what religious beliefs she has. But I do know this. She was moved by the cross. She was drawn to it. She respected it. She needed it in that moment.
…we all do.