Grace for the Moment
© 2000 by Max Lucado
APRIL 11
Love Hung on a Cross
God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son so that whoever believes in him may not be lost, but have eternal life.
JOHN 3:16
He looked around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on three crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with the wind.
Men clad in soldier’s garb sat on the ground near the trio. . . . Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill, . . . faces tear-streaked.
All heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity poised to protect. But the Creator gave no command.
“It must be done . . .” he said, and withdrew.
The angel spoke again. “It would be less painful . . .”
The Creator interrupted softly. “But it wouldn’t be love.”
In the Eye of the Storm
© 2000 by Max Lucado
APRIL 11
Love Hung on a Cross
God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son so that whoever believes in him may not be lost, but have eternal life.
JOHN 3:16
He looked around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on three crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with the wind.
Men clad in soldier’s garb sat on the ground near the trio. . . . Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill, . . . faces tear-streaked.
All heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity poised to protect. But the Creator gave no command.
“It must be done . . .” he said, and withdrew.
The angel spoke again. “It would be less painful . . .”
The Creator interrupted softly. “But it wouldn’t be love.”
In the Eye of the Storm
Grace for the Moment
© 2000 by Max Lucado
APRIL 11
Love Hung on a Cross
God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son so that whoever believes in him may not be lost, but have eternal life.
JOHN 3:16
He looked around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on three crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with the wind.
Men clad in soldier’s garb sat on the ground near the trio. . . . Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill, . . . faces tear-streaked.
All heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity poised to protect. But the Creator gave no command.
“It must be done . . .” he said, and withdrew.
The angel spoke again. “It would be less painful . . .”
The Creator interrupted softly. “But it wouldn’t be love.”
In the Eye of the Storm
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