Good day in Christ! For a lot of us it is beginning to look a lot like Christmas. I feel kind of strange about this weather, though. Living up here just a mile or so from Lake Erie, we usually suffer more from the snow than most. The dreaded 'lake affect' snow. The evaporation of lake water mixing with the cold air out of Canada results in a great deal of snow fall, particularly within ten miles from the Lake and in the higher elevations. But as of this morning, Lake Erie is 92% frozen over, which eliminates the evaporation and really cuts down on the snow. This most recent storm came directly out of the west and pounded a 2,000 mile swath across the country, creating havoc in the South and throughout the heartland. But here we were on the northern most edge and did not receive as much snow. Around a foot. Plenty of cold, lots of wind, but less snow than we thought we would receive.
    However, this has nothing to do with this blog. With all the craziness going on up in Minnesota and overseas and south around our border with Mexico and around the rest of the country, it is easy to miss some of the problems that fall in the cracks so deep that neither the conservative nor the liberal media seem to notice. And yet, these problems have an impact on the other, more noisy problems going on.
    A couple of weeks ago I read that modern hymnals are omitting certain songs because of disturbing imagery. Now we know that the hymnbook industry is suffering. It is far more economical to put the music on a big screen or project it onto the wall than it is to buy the books. And music is going through a flux. More and more churches are switching to contemporary worship music, which is fine if you like that type of music. As a side note, I prefer Christian music that tells a story. Music just hurts my head and organ music particularly. But drums and clashing guitars and yelling lyrics make me think we are not listening to a story as much as we are listening to a bombing raid. Even the traditional music gives me a headache just because of the way I hear things. For over fifty years I have gone home from church and popped a couple of Excedrin. But I do love the lyrics of the hymns that tell a story.
    So, it is disturbing to me to know that more and more of the great story telling hymns are being canceled. Lost in contemporary music and eliminated from traditional music. The one that caught my attention was 'The Old Rugged Cross.' I did a double take. Eliminated because of disturbing imagery? How....? Now, some hymns have non-Biblical imagery. 'There is a Fountain Filled with Blood' is an example of non-Biblical imagery. There is no fountain filled with blood the comes from the veins of Jesus. The only time a fountain of blood is mentioned in the Word it is referring to woman's menstrual cycle. You can say that the song is using poetic license, but I can tell you that as a five year old kid, that song terrified me. I did not want to be plunged beneath the blood to lose all my guilty stains. I told my mother I would just rather be a sinner. But when a song uses Biblical imagery, how on earth does that warrant elimination? Obviously, I missed something in the lyrics, so I looked it up.
    First, it was written by George Benhard. Born in Ohio, he came to Christ early. As a young adult he ministered with the Salvation Army and then spent the bulk of his ministry pastoring in Michigan and Wisconsin. He was well known for his devotion to the Word. His hymns reflect that devotion. So let's look at the lyrics of this hymn, verse by verse.

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,

The emblem of suff’ring and shame;

And I love that old cross where the Dearest and Best

For a world of lost sinners was slain.

    Well, nothing there, actually. It does talk about someone being slain and the politically correct way to say it now is that someone became unalive (which is stupid beyond words), but that is all I can see in verse one. It does speak of One slain for a lost and dying world. Is that reason for elimination? Look at verse two;

Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,

Has a wondrous attraction for me;

For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above

To bear it to dark Calvary. 

    Maybe that is it. If the world despises something, we must as well, at least in the eyes of the world. And then the lyrics takes Jesus out of the manger (which is where the world wants Him) and puts Him on a cross becoming 'unalive' for us all. Verse three adds fuel to the fire;

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,

A wondrous beauty I see,

For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,

To pardon and sanctify me.

    Well, I can see it now. Blood staining a wooden cross. That could warp a child's mind, right? Not a beautiful gold cross, inlaid with jewels, but a rugged and rough cross made with trees. And then, the baby Jesus (which is how the world thinks of Him) is hung on the cross and suffers! And becomes unalive! And He needed to do this so that we could be forgiven and sanctified. How would a child be expected to deal with such imagery? So much better he be allowed to continue playing whatever blood soaked video game he is currently playing. And then, verse four;

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;

Its shame and reproach gladly bear;

Then He’ll call me someday to my home far away,

Where His glory forever I’ll share.

    Just gets worse, doesn't it? This seems to indicate that if we are true in our hearts to the events on that hilltop, we will someday be with Him. This says that there is just one way to glory. Such a narrow way of belief.

    But we do hold to the old rugged cross. It is Biblical. We do hold to the idea that Christ suffered and bled and died for us. It is Biblical. Further, we do hold to Christ was then laid in a borrowed tomb and then resurrected after three days and is now with God pleading our case, thus providing the only way to salvation. It is Biblical. Modern churches have decided that such 'imagery' is disturbing. Much better to allow the call of the world to seep in.

    Now here is the thing. Christians have allowed this to happen. First, prayer left our lives. We might read a prayer from a book, but to actually take our needs and petitions to Him? How do I know what to say? After we let prayer go, reading of the Scripture followed. We might do a devotional. You know, read a verse or two and then read what that means to the writer of the devotion. That should be enough. We have let our guard down and now we are losing what we have always held precious. And we don't even know it is happening.

    The world needs Jesus, and that is our job. When was the last time you shared the Gospel with someone? When was the last time you prayed with someone who was suffering? When was the last time you really talked to God? When was the last time you really read the Scripture for yourself? When was the last time that the image of a hill faraway where a cross was erected with a sinless, perfect and good Man was suffering in the brutal sun and was bleeding from flogging and nails in His hands and feet bothered you? Or is that to disturbing? To hard to think about? Maybe that is why we have all the problems of today. Christians equate success with big and flashy and loud. A preacher once said that the cross was the hinge upon which all history turned, and we Christians want to keep it quiet until Easter. We need to do better.