When Kitty and I were in Greece, we kept noticing the drama of the crosses.
The cross.
The shape that will be forever recognized for the way it divided history.
And it has divided my own life's history into a distinct before and after, too.
So on this day when we celebrate that victory
I wanted to share just a few of the crosses that inspired me in Greece.
In all history, no other shape has spelled death and life in the way the cross has.
And even to this very day, it is a symbol that some allow to divide people.
No other shape has been so misunderstood.
For me, celebrating Easter is all about the beauty of this simple, ugly beautiful symbol.
Happy Easter, friends!
