My childhood church had a silver cross suspended in the sanctuary. It was the visual focus of our worship. I recently returned to the church and the cross was still there, but few people notice it anymore. A large screen now hangs in front of it.
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When the associate pastor of my former church (Mennonite Brethren) became the senior pastor a number of years ago, he had an 'old-rugged cross' constructed and placed in the middle of the stage. The base upon which it stood was large and during his sermon he would often stumble over it. At first we thought it was an accident, but then he began speaking of how in every aspect of life we need to 'stumble' over the cross. It is a reminder to keep us on the straight and narrow way. The congregation hated it and in less than two years he was gone. We did not like to be constantly reminded of our sin nature and the price that had to be paid for it; nor did we want to be reminded of the need for true Christians to be obedient to God's written laws.
It keeps going. Quite perceptive, eh?
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