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A knot on the cross

Joyce Schwab

I’m a Christian. When I was first born again, became a child of God and knew that I was forgiven and that Jesus loved me, my spirit sang, leaped and danced. I had to tell everyone. I had to advertise Jesus. I was a baby Christian, and I was 58 years old.

I quickly told my bewildered husband that I needed a cross and a gold chain for my birthday, a large one so everyone could see it. I reminded him often, but it was still a pleasant surprise when I opened my birthday gift. It was a beautiful cross, bigger than I had expected.

There was a knot on the cross. I wondered why. I received many compliments, but always came the question, “Why is there a knot on your cross?” Was it a circle of love? A crown of thorns? I didn’t have any peace about my cross.

One night, in desperation, I prayed, “Lord, if You do not like my cross, I’ll stop wearing it. What can I say about a cross that has a knot on it?”

I had my answer when I woke up in the morning. The Lord told me, “I’m knot on the cross. I’m your living Lord, and I live in your heart.”

Joyce Schwab lives in Abbotsford, B.C.

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