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    The government of Polish Prime Minister Jaruzelski had ordered crucifixes removed from classroom walls, just as they had been banned in factories, hospitals, and other public institutions. Catholic bishops attacked the ban that had stirred waves of anger and resentment all across Poland. Ultimately the government relented, insisting that the law remain on the books, but agreeing not to press for removal of the crucifixes, particularly in the schoolrooms.

    But one zealous Communist school administrator in Garwolin decided that the law was the law. So one evening he had seven large crucifixes removed from lecture halls where they had hung since the school's founding in the twenties. Days later, a group of parents entered the school and hung more crosses. The administrator promptly had these taken down as well.

    The next day two-thirds of the school's six hundred students staged a sit-in. When heavily armed riot police arrived, the students were forced into the streets. Then they marched, crucifixes held high, to a nearby church where they were joined by twenty-five hundred other students from nearby schools for a morning of prayer in support of the protest. Soldiers surrounded the church. But the pictures from inside of students holding crosses high above their heads flashed around the world. So did the words of the priest who delivered the message to the weeping congregation that morning. "There is no Poland without a cross." 

    Chuck Colson, Kingdoms in Conflict, pp. 202-3.

    In Planet In Rebellion, George Vandeman wrote: "It was May 21, 1946. The place - Los Alamos. A young and daring scientist was carrying out a necessary experiment in preparation for the atomic test to be conducted in the waters of the South Pacific atoll at Bikini. "He had successfully performed such an experiment many times before. In his effort to determine the amount of U-235 necessary for a chain reaction--scientists call it the critical mass--he would push two hemispheres of uranium together. Then, just as the mass became critical, he would push them apart with his screwdriver, thus instantly stopping the chain reaction. But that day, just as the material became critical, the screwdriver slipped! The hemispheres of uranium came too close together. Instantly the room was filled with a dazzling bluish haze. Young Louis Slotin, instead of ducking and thereby possibly saving himself, tore the two hemispheres apart with his hands and thus interrupted the chain reaction. By this instant, self-forgetful daring, he saved the lives of the seven other persons in the room. . . as he waited. . for the car that was to take him to the hospital, he said quietly to his companion, 'You'll come through all right. But I haven't the faintest chance myself' It was only too true. Nine days later he died in agony.

    George Vandeman, Planet in Rebellion.

    If you were to look at Rembrandt's painting of The Three Crosses, your attention would be drawn first to the center cross on which Jesus died. Then as you would look at the crowd gathered around the foot of that cross, you'd be impressed by the various facial expressions and actions of the people involved in the awful crime of crucifying the Son of God. Finally, your eyes would drift to the edge of the painting and catch sight of another figure, almost hidden in the shadows. Art critics say this is a representation of Rembrandt himself, for he recognized that by his sins he helped nail Jesus to the cross.

    Source Unknown.

    Short Statements on the Cross

    Jesus was crucified, not in a cathedral between two candles, but on a cross between two thieves. 

    George F. MacLeod.

    The figure of the Crucified invalidates all thought which takes success for its standard. 

    Dietrich Bonhoeffer.

    The cross cannot be defeated, for it is defeat. 

    Gilbert K. Chesterton.

    There are no crown-wearers in heaven who were not cross- bearers here below. 

    Charles Haddon Spurgeon.

    We need men of the cross, with the message of the cross, bearing the marks of the cross. 

    Vance Havner.

    Christ's cross is such a burden as sails are to a ship or wings to a bird. 

    Samuel Rutherford.

    He came to pay a debt He didn't owe because we owed a debt we couldn't pay. 


    The old cross slew men; the new cross entertains them. The old cross condemned; the new cross amuses. The old cross destroyed confidence in the flesh; the new cross encourages it.  

    A.W. Tozer.

    All heaven is interested in the cross of Christ, all hell is terribly afraid of it, while men are the only beings who more or less ignore its meaning. 

    Oswald Chambers.

    The cross: God's way of uniting suffering with love.  

    Georgia Harkness.


    In evil long I took delight,
    Unawed by shame or fear,
    Till a new object struck my sight,
    And stopp'd my wild career:
    I saw One hanging on a Tree
    In agonies and blood,
    Who fix'd His languid eyes on me.
    As near His Cross I stood.

    Sure never till my latest breath,
    Can I forget that look:
    It seem'd to charge me with His death,
    Though not a word He spoke:
    My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,
    And plunged me in despair:
    I saw my sins His Blood had spilt,
    And help'd to nail Him there.

    Alas! I knew not what I did!
    But now my tears are vain:
    Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
    For I the Lord have slain!

    A second look He gave, which said,
    "I freely all forgive;
    This blood is for thy ransom paid;
    I die that thou may'st live."

    Thus, while His death my sin displays
    In all its blackest hue,
    Such is the mystery of grace,
    It seals my pardon too.
    With pleasing grief, and mournful joy,
    My spirit now if fill'd,
    That I should such a life destroy,
    Yet live by Him I kill'd!

    John Newton, 1725-1807.