Recently, I went to the store to buy some Easter candy for my wife.
This was a serious mission. I don’t have to tell you that Peeps weren’t going to get the job done.
As I skimmed the aisle for some Christ-centered Cadbury, I was struck by a small box of chocolate crosses. The crosses were competitively priced at $6.99.
That’s $3.49 per cocoa crucifix. A bargain.
What struck me, however, was not the price, but that the cross was consumable.
All the torture was taken out of it. The cross was perfectly packaged, ready for me to enjoy.
I could enjoy two crosses if I wanted.
It’s unnerving. If only for the fact that it made me reflect on what I consume.
There are many parts of Christ’s life of which I could partake.
But often, it’s easier for me to do the opposite.
I can simply consume Christian *things* for lack of preparation.
I can have a meal without Jesus at the table.
I can have a kind of fast-food faith.
I’m provoked by Jesus’s own words about what to eat:
Jesus said to them, “Very truly I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you.
Christ invites us to partake of him entirely.
No discounts. No bit-sized beatitudes. Only Christ, fully consumed.
There is an open invitation at His table; to enjoy his presence and power. Christ will enrich every part of your life. Even the simple things. But there are no chocolate crosses in the Christian life.
We must take up our cross and follow him — undiscounted and undeserved.