I remember, years ago, when a Jehovah’s Witness asked me why in the world so many of us — those outside of the Watchtower — wear crosses when it was a cross on which the Lord Jesus was crucified. If He were shot, she asked, would I wear a small pistol or rifle on my neck?
Such a question betrays a proper understanding of the Cross of Christ.
The Cross secured the salvation of the world, and it proclaims victory to the forces of evil. By the grace of the Risen Christ and the power of His Holy Spirit, I won’t be intimidated into participating with it, enabling it, or staying silent in its face. The only hope I or anyone else has is through the death on this cross and his resurrection three days later of Jesus Christ.
I’m not worthy of His death and I’m not worthy to be called His. But it was the Cross that extended the love of God to me. When I wear it, I wear it in defiance of the Evil One, and I wear it in worship of the Holy One who graciously calls me His own.