We have treated the cross as a central part of religion and culture for so long, that what was meant to set us free now holds us captive in our pew; dying in our doctrine and ideology. We place the cross as some beautiful decorative piece on our mantles or a central focus on our communion tables as we converse about its beauty. However because we weren't there and because we can't bear the thought of that immense amount of pain, we distance ourselves from it while still expecting the fullness of the benefits.
The cross, alone, does not change you, it is just an emblem. Jesus dying on the cross for your sins and rising three days later from a borrowed tomb is what transforms you. A cross is a cross unless you take the commonplace object and let it become something more. A cross is a cross unless you consider in your heart all that it represents and let it break you and remold you.
On the cross, Christ became the physical manifestation of love when he bore it all, bringing us new life as victorious overcomers and we have taken the physical representation of what Christ died on and placed it above the reasons for his death; us in our sin. Isn't it crazy and odd that we would belittle his death to such a trinket? Don't get me wrong; the cross is an excellent reminder of the love of Christ, but when we begin to worship the cross over the Savior there is an issue. The cross is the vehicle by which Salvation made its claim. Oh what a love for us the Savior has that he would use two rough pieces of wood to declare to the nations his passionate, reckless pursuit for us. It is because of love that we are transformed from slave to blood-bought, defeated to victorious, lost to found, broken to restored, alone to in His arms.