About 150 miles west of the city of Denver, in Colorado, is one of the most celebrated peaks of the Rocky Mountains. It is called “The Mountain of the Cross.” Near the top of the mountain may be seen a huge white cross. This is formed by two immense clefts in the rock, into which the winter snows fall, and where they never melt, so drat even in mid-summer this striking appearance of a large white cross may be seen.
Some years ago, Mr. and Mrs. Strachan came over from Scotland to visit Mr. Strachan’s brother, who lived in Denver. During their stay, they were invited to drive out and see “The Mountain of the Cross.” It was a pleasant drive, and soon they came in sight of the well-known mountain. They all stood and looked for some time, and then the Scottish visitors lifted up their voices and sang,
“The Cross, the cross, the blood-stained cross,
The cross of Christ I see;
It tells me of the precious blood
That once was shed for me.
At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled a way;
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day.”
When they had finished their song, they looked round and found their brother wiping the tears from his eyes. Careless as to eternal things, buried in the things of the world as he was, that old-time hymn had awakened memories of the past. There as they stood amid the mighty grandeur of the Rocky Mountains, the Spirit of God stirred up the conscience of that unsaved man and brought him to the foot of the cross of Jesus Christ. The Christian couple told him afresh the wondrous story of the love of God in giving the Lord Jesus to die the shameful death of the cross. They told of the glorious results of that death and resurrection, of God’s offer of forgiveness to all who will bow and accept the Lord Jesus as their Saviour.
That very afternoon, at the foot of the Mountain of the Cross, that successful business man bowed and accepted Jesus as his own Saviour.
Perhaps the reader of this paper has often heard about the cross of Christ. Perhaps you have heard and. sung many hymns about it too, and although you may never see the “Mountain of the Cross” you may come by faith right now to the Living Saviour who died on the cross of Calvary, and find in Him the One who is willing and ready to save you.
ML 04/15/1951