Charles Swindoll, writes in Come Before Winter and … (pages 320-322)
I find it refreshing that Jesus Christ met people where they were. His words touched nerves. There was a lot more here-and-now than then-and-there in his talks. His attack on the hypocrisy and prejudice of religious phonies came through loud and clear. He met people as they were, not as they ‘ought to be’. Angry young men, blind beggars, proud politicians, loose-living streetwalkers, ignorant fishermen, naked victims of demonism, and grieving parents were as clearly His focus as the Twelve who hung on His every word.
His enemies misunderstood Him, but couldn’t ignore Him. They hated Him, but were never bored around Him. Jesus was the epitome of relevance. Still is.
It is we who have hauled the cross back out of sight. It is we who have left the impression that it belongs only in the cloistered halls of a seminary or beneath the soft shadows of stained glass and marble statues. George MacLeod, who wrote the following piece, expresses my firm conviction:
I simply argue that the cross be raised again at the center of the market place as well as on the steeple of the church.
I am recovering the claim that Jesus was not crucified in a cathedral between two candles: but on a cross between two thieves; on a town garbage heap; at a crossroad of politics so cosmopolitan that they had to write His title in Hebrew and in Latin and in Greek …
And at the kind of place where cynics talk smut, and thieves curse and soldiers gamble because that is where He died, and that is what He died about. And that is where Christ’s men ought to be, and what church people ought to be about.