Many individuals believe that the cross on which Christ was crucified was from a dogwood tree. They associate the dark spot on each petal of the dogwood flower with the wounds on his hands and feet.
In reality, the dogwood tree did not grow in Judea in Christ’s time. Historians don’t know the species of tree used for the cross. Remember the song – The Old Rugged Cross by George Bennard (1873-1958). Thoughtfully, read (or even sing) the words.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
the emblem of suffering and shame;
and I love that old cross where the dearest and best
for a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
and exchange it some day for a crown.
2. O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
has a wondrous attraction for me;
for the dear Lamb of God left his glory above
to bear it to dark Calvary.
3. In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
a wondrous beauty I see,
for 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
to pardon and sanctify me.
4. To that old rugged cross I will ever be true,
its shame and reproach gladly bear;
then he'll call me some day to my home far away,
where his glory forever I'll share.
By legend, Christ’s cross was made from the dogwood tree. At one time the tree grew tall and limbs were straight. After being used in Christ’s crucifixion, the tree become stunted and limbs crooked. Originally, the flower petal were all white. Over time, a brownish-red mark appeared near the ends of each flower petal. These marking represented Christ’s wounds on the cross.
Of course, that is a legend because the dogwood tree didn’t grow in Israel in 33 AD. We don’t know the wood used to make the cross.
This beautiful dogwood — with its brown leaves and berries — grows out front. The tree is now totally bare. Birds love to eat the fall berries and can strip a tree in a day’s time. In March, the tree will bud and then bloom again.
Have you noticed how the seasons of plants resemble us? We bud and produce beautiful flowers. Other times, we are a luxuriant green and seem to be biding our time. Still other times, we produce beautiful berries to feed others. And very occasionally, we are bare and have little or nothing to offer others.
These seasons of our life are probably all okay with God because he knows we get tired and need to rest on this side of heaven. Be gentle with your self when you rest.
Copyright: Carolyn A. Roth, 1/14