The Cross of Jesus is the revelation of God’s judgement on sin. Never tolerate the idea of martyrdom about the Cross of Jesus Christ. The Cross was a superb triumph in which the foundations of hell were shaken. There is nothing more certain in time or eternity than when Jesus Christ died on the Cross; He switched the whole of the human race back into a right relationship with God. He made Redemption the basis of human life, that is, He made a way for every son of man to get into communion with God. The center of salvation is the Cross of Jesus, the reason it is so easy to obtain salvation is because it cost God so much. The Cross is the point where God and sinful man merges with a crash and the way of life is opened, but the crash is on the heart of God.
Oswald Chambers (1874 – 1917)
God’s salvation is in every way worthy of Himself, a great, a free, a full, a sure salvation.
John Newton (1725 – 1807)
Do you know what makes men and women Christians? It is the mighty action of the almighty God, the Creator. He takes them as they are and smashes them and makes the anew. He, God, is bringing into being something that was not there; a new disposition is put into them, a new principle of life is infused into them. God enters into their lives. The life of God comes into the soul; it is a creative act, so the New Testament says that the Christian is ‘a new creature.’
D. Martyn Lloyd Jones, Love So Amazing (Grand Rapids: Baker, 1995), p. 115.
There’s something inexpressibly pleasing to a justified mind to know that God has all the honor in our salvation, and we have none.
Robert Murray McCheyne (1813-1843)
All the universe and its forces are being administered for purposes of redemption. The Lamb rules and He rules as the Lamb. How calming to feel this, to look up from the turmoil of this visible, flaring, and tying world—from the shows and shams and the tinted scene of the theater; from all in life that startles and appalls, to Him who sits above it all. From Him all things proceed, and to Him they return in circular flow. The shadows are all passing; the reality is behind. Nothing lasts; our trials are all hasting away to oblivion; let the wind rave as it will, we look at the Christ who abides. How small all our conflicts and ambitions seem to be, how transient and easily borne our sorrows, when we look . . . to the serene King, against whose changeless purpose all the waves of time and circumstance break in vain.
W. R. Nicoll, The Lamb of God