[imardmd1]

The proportions of The Cross of The Christ are not known, but what we do know is that this structure was designed by Roman torturers as an instrument of execution to exact the maximum and last iota of pain which the victim will experience for the longest possible time with the deepest effect on the lack of breath, whose greatest need brings the most immense pain of the musculature and pierced flesh, striving so as to expand the ribcase to allow inhaling.

Nevertheless, not enough breath can be taken in so as to give relief -- no, only enough to prolong existence and increase the urgency of the next cycle of excruciating flexure.

Some loose-brained fickle-hearted cheaply motivated romanticists seem to think this instrument to exact the last possible microsecond of the most final scintilla of flashing neuronic shock is an object of adoration! Merely an article of rough wood furniture to CLING to, rather than to regard as the engine of utmost, absolute, insuperable horror, dishonor, and disgrace.

Oh, the undiscerning, idiotic mind that produces the thought "I will cling to that old, rugged cross!"--how imbecilic! would one make a hang-noose, or guillotine, or electric chair the daily object of their genuflection? NO! How is that ... possible? ... imaginable?

No! but I will cling to the Christ of the Cross, who bore in his body my sins, every neuron synapse of His writhing in edema-amplified insult, as long as the engine of thrumming death could make it, but then, Aaaah! the last utter final relief of "Teteletestai! IT...STANDS...FINISHED!" and then -- "Father, into Thy hands I commend my spirit" and thus, giving up the ghost for a sweet respite, the first second being the longest.

Now, with this in mind, do you want a mockup of The Cross on your back lawn? to deliberate on day by day?

Not me.

But the Steel Cross, the stipes and patibula of horror, that has been Providentially set in the midst of the remembrance of the twin towers, should it not remind thoughtful humans forever of the ingenuity of the demonic perpetrators of their hate written in the flesh of innocent ones scooped into their cauldron of fire and destruction?

I think that Steel Cross is the very figurative imagery that should remain beyond our time, to point to the results of the Islamic torrent about to engulf us if we do not remember and resist!

Let that Steel Cross from The Towers, placed by the determinate Will of The God, the emblem as always and ever of cruel murderous machinations, never be removed!

[Bellflower]

The cross, without a depiction of Jesus on it, is a reminder of what He went through for us, and that it is finished. He is no longer dead, but He is risen.

If He had not died that horrible death on a cross, our doom would be sealed forever. It is because of His dying upon the cross that Jesus is such a indescribably, beloved hero to us.

Galatians 6:14 But God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me, and I unto the world.