There are so many reasons that Christ’s Cross should be on our minds as a Christian, especially because we are navigating the season of Lent—that beautiful and prayerful time of year. Holy Mother Church prods us to become more mindful of Jesus’ Passion and Death on the Cross—His unselfish holy sacrifice so that we might have Eternal Life.
We practice the Stations of the Cross devotion on Fridays throughout Lent and we pray to grow closer to Christ and to understand the real meaning of the Cross.
The Cross is no doubt, a holy symbol, a constant reminder of profound love. Our Savior Jesus Christ was insulted, tortured and died a horrendously cruel death on a Cross. But the story doesn’t end there, as we well know. Our Lord redeemed us by His holy Cross.
Many of us wear a cross around our neck to proclaim, even in a quiet way, that we are a Christian—we are united to Christ. We place images or icons of a cross on the walls of our homes, and we hang crosses over our beds and in various places in our domestic churches.
The crucifix that hung over my bed when I was a little girl hangs over my bed today. It is a bit broken, and sadly I don’t have the pieces to fix it. Yet, I continue to feel very blessed that in spite of everything, I still have my cross. There were so many moves from place to place throughout my life, but somehow I managed to keep my cross. Or, rather, perhaps it was God who made sure it stayed with me. Possibly one day I’ll try to mend my broken cross. For now, it speaks to me just as it is.
Longing for a Crucifix
Recently my friend Lucy shared with me about a very special crucifix in her life. She had grown up in a Catholic home in which a crucifix had adorned a wall in every bedroom.
She shared, “My mom used to gather all the children around her bed to pray the rosary and I remember always having the crucifix in front of us.”
Lucy thought back to her meager early days as a newly married woman and shared, “When I got married and moved to our first home we barely had anything, but I didn’t mind at all. The only thing that bothered me was not having a crucifix in my bedroom so I couldn’t sleep at all that first night.”
Lucy knew she would have to remedy that situation without delay. Without much means to do so, and because she wanted to immediately bring Jesus’ crucifix into her humble domestic church, she set out the very next morning, equipped with a simple kitchen knife and her creative imagination. She began to investigate the piece of nature that God provided behind her little abode and felt quite sure that she could come up with something, at least temporary.
Lucy recalled, “It was like a little forest back there.” She said, “I decided to make a cross with branches until we could buy a crucifix.” Lucy carefully looked around through the brush and trees to find just the right materials to make a cross somehow come to life.
“I thought the cross was pretty, but it was missing the most important part—Jesus!” So, Lucy went again into the back yard and grabbed a branch “that was still green so I could bend it. Somehow I managed to make my Little Jesus.”
Lucy’s inspiration took shape before her eyes. “I can’t begin to tell you how happy I was with my crucifix,” Lucy recalled. She promptly hung it right over her bed. That evening she gazed upon her very simple creation. It seemed to hang perfectly over her bed as if it had been always meant to be there.
“I slept like a baby that night after saying my prayers looking up at that simple but very special crucifix.”
Lucy told me that it is her Mexican tradition to bring religious items to church and have them blessed by the priest. “The next Sunday I brought it to church so the priest could bless it.” Her parish priest was very moved upon seeing the crucifix made out of simple materials, but clearly fashioned with love. He told Lucy that it was one of the finest crucifixes he had ever seen.
“That was so sweet of him and it made me even happier to have done something special for my home!”
Lucy’s handmade crucifix reliably stood watch, hanging in her bedroom for the next two years. At that time the couple traveled to Mexico City’s Cathedral where they decided to buy a crucifix.
“When we brought it home and wanted to place it in our bedroom, I just couldn’t take MY FIRST ONE out of its place!”
So, to resolve their dilemma, they decided to hang both crucifixes in their bedroom.
“Since then, we have had two crucifixes in our bedroom,” she shared.
Because Lucy’s husband is in the military, they have had to move many times. Their one-of-a-kind crucifix has survived eight “military moves” thus far. Lucy never dreamed that the unassuming crucifix she had created to bring peace at night would end up staying with her and her husband for many years.
“When I made the crucifix I thought it was going to be a temporary cross until we could get the good one, and since it was made out of bark I never thought it was going to last long.”
She is happily surprised that it has stood up to so many moves. “Since this crucifix means a lot to us; every time we move to another post we bring this special crucifix with us so the packers don’t break it and at the same time, we feel Jesus is going with us. So we feel safer.”
Lucy’s crucifix fashioned from pieces of tree bark, a simple branch, sewing thread, as well as a generous measure of love, has been a fundamental part of their married life right from the very beginning,
“Last year we moved again,” Lucy explained. “We forgot to put our crucifix away and the packers packed it.” That summer, Lucy had to make a trip to Mexico City. Her husband was at their new home unpacking the first boxes of their move.
“I was devastated when he sent me a message telling me the packers had broken our crucifix,” she recalled. “But, he said he was going to fix it for me. And he did. Thank God my husband was able to glue it and you can’t even tell it was damaged.”
The image of the cross and its extraordinary meaning holds a special place deep in Lucy’s heart. She exclaimed, “Jesus had always been with us.” She added, “Without Him, I just feel lost. That’s why I had to make the cross!”
The Broken Gift
My friend Barb shared a wonderful story about an eye-catching exquisite crucifix that hangs in her home. It completely captured my attention when I first observed it hanging in a prominent place in Barb’s kitchen. I had been admiring it over breakfast and asked Barb about it. So, Barb proceeded to tell me the back story as we sipped cups of tea at her kitchen table. From where I was seated, I could glance up at the large stunning crucifix every now and again as Barb shared her moving story.
Her daughter (I’ll call her Jennifer) who had always been excited to be involved at church when she was younger, and later on, when she served as a Extraordinary Minister of the Eucharist, seemed to have lost an interest upon entering college. Though she was always a most thoughtful and caring young lady, “attending Mass was no longer a priority, sad to say,” her Mom lamented. Because of this, Jennifer’s parents kept this situation in their daily prayers.
Then one day something seemed to change when this young woman traveled to Ecuador. She had set out with her classmates to volunteer with the local communities in that far away land. While there, Jennifer met an elderly man who made crucifixes for a living. She spent some time chatting with the aged man and decided to purchase one of his very unique hand-crafted crucifixes to give to her parents, believing that they would surely love it.
Barb explained, “When she returned from Ecuador, she was so excited for us to visit her at school the next weekend. She had carried home a crucifix she bought at a local craft market.” Jennifer was so proud of her one-of-a-kind purchase; so happy she made it home with the crucifix in one piece!”
My friend vividly remembers meeting her daughter at the campus restaurant. “She had walked there, carrying the cross in her bag,” Barb recalled. “Upon opening the bag to present her gift, her eyes filled with tears. The precious body on the wooden cross had shattered, and Jesus’ head, neck and legs were in tiny pieces.”
Jennifer had thought the crucifix was in perfect shape only to be devastated when she saw its real condition upon unwrapping it! Barb and her husband were perhaps almost as stunned as their daughter.
“The situation looked hopeless,” Barb said. Jennifer’s father quickly came to the rescue as he promptly chimed in. Barb explained, “My husband immediately and calmly tried to make her feel better, gathering every tiny piece into a napkin, which he gently folded and put into a bag.”
It was such a sight to see. At that moment they couldn’t imagine what was going to unfold because of that mess—how good could possibly come out of that broken cross. But, Barb and her husband tried to do their best in that moment to bring calm and a dose of hope to a painful situation. It’s all they could do.
Reflecting on the whole ordeal later on, Barb thought, “The gift of this cross was truly remarkable, as it represented for us our daughter’s step back toward embracing her faith.” In addition, watching her husband doing his best to try to make their daughter feel better touched Barb’s heart. Even so, Barb said, “It was so sad.”
It was also bittersweet. The couple was very moved at the sweet thought that went behind the gift. But they felt so crushed that their daughter’s gift was shattered—not for themselves—but for Jennifer’s sake. She was sobbing.
Before parting, the parents reassured their grieving daughter that they would be sure to restore the beautiful gift to its original form. While making that promise they truly did not have a clue as to how they would do it, but they were determined to do so. Jennifer settled down and seemed to feel confident that all would somehow be well.
“Back at home, I set all of the pieces on a table,” Barb recounted. “It reminded me of jigsaw puzzle—so many pieces! It truly looked like an impossible task.” As Barb dug further into the project her heart began to sink for a moment as she discovered how impossible it seemed to ever get those pieces back together again.
Sometime during the restoration process, a visiting priest happened to walk past the minute pieces laid out on their table and simply said, “You will need to get a new corpus.”
But Barb was not ready to give up.
“It turns out that the body of Jesus was hollow, very thin plaster perhaps painted with gold paint. It had appeared the body may have been brass or metal, making it look sturdy; but instead it was very fragile!” Barb recalled the details.
“The pieces were paper-thin, and no piece was bigger than a quarter of an inch! I worked with tweezers, trying in vain to get a few pieces glued together, only to have them collapse on themselves due to the nature of the tiny pieces, and the hollow inside of the body.” The hope for the crucifix to ever come together was also getting thin. It seemed to be near impossible.
The following day Barb visited the craft store with cross in hand. She was advised to get some modeling putty to pt inside of the body of Christ so she can attach the pieces on top of it.
“It worked. But still, finding the right pieces for the right places seemed impossible.” Barb was determined and prayed all the while “for success in my task,” she said. But also her prayers were for something far more important. Barb said she prayed “for the ‘fragile state’ of our daughter’s faith, and thus our relationship.” This project was so much more than simply repairing a shattered crucifix. There was a much deeper meaning attached to this cross than met the eye and Barb and her husband were very aware of God working step by step alongside them.
“Slowly, very slowly, the head began to take shape…and suddenly, the strangest piece that I had paid no attention to, I discovered it was Jesus’ nose!” That was the key piece for Barb to make sense out of the puzzle of random pieces.
“As soon as his nose was glued into place, it seemed that every piece after that seemed to literally fall into place!”
Barb was ecstatic.
Tears and Prayers
Barb was totally immersed in the job at hand and with the prayers she uttered from her heart she tried to fit the many broken pieces together. “I was crying, and gluing, praying and gluing.”
Barb recalled having to pause for periods of time to allow the glue to dry before proceeding. “I even placed a piece of a Band-Aid on the knee, to cover the large hole. I painted gold over the Band-Aid and the glued pieces.” It was truly amazing. “What seemed at first to truly be a lost cause was appearing before my eyes to be nearing completion!”
Barb was so excited. “I really wish I had recorded the dates,” she added. “Because I believe it was a three day project. I can’t be sure, but I do believe it was three days from the day we received the cross until it was repaired.”
My friend continued her story and I glanced up at the crucifix which was adorning her kitchen wall for all who visited the heart of her home to see.
“And it looks nearly perfect!” Barb exclaimed!
Barb can’t help but reflect on God’s amazing grace when she peers at that very special crucifix. “I needed God’s grace as much as our daughter did,” she recalled. “Especially at that time…The broken crucifix reminded me in a very tangible way that He is near!” she said.
“He WAS broken for us! He IS resurrected,” Barb emphasized. She added, “I am humbled to have had this experience firsthand, and the fact that it involved our daughter only makes it more of a miracle!”
Barb knows that the gift from her daughter means so much more than she can ever possibly express. She believes the crucifix and the experience during those three days is nothing short of a miracle.
“I clearly see the experience as a miracle, but also a reminder of the fact that just like our gift of the crucifix, Jesus, God’s gift to the world, was so very broken, especially His head—for us! And He was made whole again as he rose from the dead on Easter!”
Barb reflected on the many layers of meaning in the extraordinary gift from her daughter. She said she is absolutely sure that she is not finished learning from that unique crucifix. But, Barb is truly aware that the gift from her daughter tremendously helped them to grow stronger.
“Our relationship with our daughter was also in pieces, which needed healing and ‘putting back together.’” The gift of the broken cross ended up being very instrumental in the process. It was a present that Barb and her husband never had dreamed of, but one they are profoundly thankful to have received.
“It is another reinforcement of the fact that miracles are happening all around us every day by the grace of God—we must keep our eyes open to seeing them! God is so good!”
Their golden crucifix seems to speak volumes from its prominent place hanging in the heart of their home. It’s so much more than an item purchased from the humble craftsman in Ecuador, and more than what it is made up of. It is a heartfelt gift from a daughter to her parents which by God’s amazing grace was accompanied with the special blessing of spiritual growth.
Barb shared, “The crucifix hangs in our kitchen for all to see.” But for her family, it is much more than a beautiful sight. Barb believes their unique cross is a daily reminder to them “of the power of prayer, and believing in Him!”
When she has a quiet moment, Barb looks up at her special crucifix and her heart cries out, “Oh dear Lord, I am so grateful to you for showing me that even when it appears that everything is falling to pieces—there You are in the midst of it all, making us whole again!”
This Holy Week let us offer ourselves wholeheartedly to the holy will of God. Let’s ask our Lord Jesus to open our hearts fully to Him, to heal our brokenness, and to save us with His holy Cross.
Editor’s Note: We recommend Donna-Marie Cooper O’Boyle’s forthcoming memoir, The Kiss of Jesus: How Mother Teresa and the Saints Helped Me to Discover the Beauty of the Cross, available now for pre-order.