Looking at life through the lens of the cross

What am I living for? Will it be worth it in the end? Will all the fame and comfort I’m chasing in this world be worth my Saviour dying for? Am I chasing the wind and will one day look at an empty heart? An empty space? Nothing left to show the worth of what I chased? This life has a subtle way of distracting us, urging us to run after material gains, to seek something that won’t have eternal significance after all is said and done. We fast-track through life as though there’s no eternity to reckon with. What am I living for? Will it be worth the blood my Saviour shed for me? How much will remain after all the dust has settled? What will my life show for what it’s worth? Will I live in vain, running after only the fleeting shadows the world offers me? Will I wish I had given my whole life—my all—to Christ, the One who died for me?

If I look at my life through the lens of the cross, will it measure up to the sacrifice my Saviour made for me? The lens of the cross is not easy to look through. Through it I see my life at its worst and the depravity my sinful nature is capable of conceiving—the vanity, the evil thoughts, and the pride I can harbor in my heart while I pretend to walk the narrow road. Oh wretched soul that I am, my life could not measure up an inch to the life my Saviour lived so that I could find my way back. At the cross, I see the immensity of His love but also the totality of human depravity. It must have been the most difficult burden for my Saviour to carry on His shoulders while hanging on the cross. Yet He took it upon Himself. This is the depth of His love for me. I look at my life through the lens of the cross. This is the only measure by which to gauge my life. Is what I’m living for worth my Saviour dying on the cross for my sins?