His hanging there on the cross is, somehow, a Word to us. He has given us His Word. And by that Word, He has given Himself to us. It is the final Word, but it’s a Word I’ve never gotten over. It has confused me, destroyed me. Exposed and nurtured me. Cut and mended me. It is a Word that I’ve heard but am not done hearing. A Word of what has been done that is not done with me.
