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Cross and Portrait

Then I heard a voice from heaven “This is my beloved Son, in whom I am pleased.”
Listen to Him!

He who knew no sin became like us
But in our daily lives, we struggle to become like Christ
We are sinners!
Yes, we are a sinner!
And we do not deserve how close we have come with you on this journey
But your blood has washed and presented us to yourself for your own purpose

My Lord, my God!
Even under the heavyweight of the cross, your love did not waiver.
Yet under its shadows, you still expressed such unconditional love to Veronica
Blessing humanity with a godly portrait of your dear scarred face
Making use of the blood that gushed from the piercings of the thorny crown and the collage of bruises on your face
It reminds me of the value you place on an unworthy son and servants like us

But here on earth
We have clogged our ears to the wailings of our brothers and sisters
We come from all walks of life, sit in these pews and together with the choir we sing CH105,
“Beloved, let us love…”
Yet, when we go out to the church...
There are those who live within earthly fortified gates in the company of their ruthless German shepherds
And those who live in the ghettos are at the mercy of the league of mosquitos

Meanwhile, there are those struggling in life to reach the target where hope springs forth
If only we could be bold enough to present the face of Jesus to them then we can fulfil our Christian mandate
But though we breathe the same air,
We have become indifferent to the plights of our neighbours
So let us remember what Jesus said “whatsoever you do to the least of my brother, you do to me”

Please you don’t have to be the best artist to paint the face of Jesus,
All that is required is that you become that ray of hope

This journey to calvary is all about the old rugged cross and the portrait humanity received
So just be that living hope!   

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Location: Tema, Ghana

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